Drunk

PART ONE: Drunk (2)

Camila what the fucks wrong with you? You're making me worry so much.

I know were not that close anymore, so I shouldn't even bother looking out for you. But I don't feel like dancing when I see you right there looking like a lost abandoned puppy.

She knows what Camila's feeling right now. And Lauren knows she's somehow part of her problem.

"Hey Lauren! Let's join Mani and Dinah! They're gonna have a dance showdown!" There was a slur on Ally's voice. She was drunk. She tugged Lauren but left her immediately when Will called out for her. 

Lauren watched as Ally wobbly walked towards her boyfriend. She looked funny but somehow she felt tired to laugh. 

She wanted to enjoy the night and not mope. She deserve to celebrate after all. She decided to join the others on the dance floor. Normani was twerking exaggeratedly with a smug look on her face while Dinah was acting tough, fighting a laugh, while waiting for her turn. She tried to avoid the heaviness in her heart but the room and its gaiety became a blur when she saw Camila who's eating chips on the corner.

Fuck, I need to drink.

Lauren grabbed Sean's red cup on the table which she knew was a hard drink. She smelled the alcohol and the strong smell almost made her puke. But Lauren drank it anyway in one gulp.

"Fuuhkh" Lauren's voice drawled out. She was seeing stars. The loud laughter and music, the wild movements and colors...It was making Lauren dizzy. Then everything became black.

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"Ugh" Lauren groaned.

She was aching all over. Her head was the worst. It was about to explode. Despite the overwhelming pain, the soft tap on her cheek made her eyes quickly open.

"Hey, you're awake now? Come on, get up and drink some water" She saw a long haired figure, but its all blurred and hazy. She can't see who it was but it was definitely someone familiar.

The soft spoken girl assisted her to sit, resting her back at the bed's headboard.

"Where am I? Who are you?" Lauren slurred

"We're still at the hotel. Open your mouth. You need to get hydrated" The girl said it softly but with firm demand.

Lauren obeyed and felt the cold glass in her lips and the water enter her mouth. It was refreshing. She finally regained her senses but her stomach was churning.  "I want to puke"

"Wait, stop! I'll go get some bucket!" Before the girl returned, Lauren already vomited at the floor.

"Fuck, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry. Here's some towel and water. I'll clean this up."

      While the girl was cleaning up, she was talking to Lauren, "You know this is why I'm not into parties. You get wasted, wild and messy. Then afterwards... you know what happens? Shit happens. The laborious cleaning. Nobody wants to do that. But the guests inconsiderately trash the house anyway. And you know why they ruin the house? Because all they wanted is to have a wild fun on their own and not to connect to anyone. It's not really smart you know... A waste of energy. I prefer a slumber party where you'd just watch movies and chill with friends and have an actual good conversation over this anytime."

Halfway through the girl's story, Lauren finally recognized that it was Camila. Lauren wanted to reply to her but she won't stop talking.

"I know you're so drunk right now, so I think it's the right time to tell you what I can't earlier."