Daredevil

6. Drained

Slowly the buzz of the room died and people started to leave the building. They were most likely waiting out the cops below. A posse of emo looking teens wouldn't be the most unusual thing in 2018, but there was no point in taking more risks than necessary.

I caught Darren chatting up the girls while they laughed at his flirtatious humour. At first, I though someone was dying because they were laughing so hard. They reminded me of leaches; grasping at any revealed skin for some fresh blood. Gross.

Dora was talking with some other people so I figured I wouldn't bother her. I looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, when my eyes landed on Greg. He looked somewhat sullen as he watched everyone else have fun. I frowned and approached him. I was the only one wearing colour and I felt somewhat weird.

"People-watching?" I inquired, leaning against the wall beside him. He glanced down at me emotionlessly before nodding and looking up again. "Why don't you talk to any one?"

He sighed exasperatedly and kept looking at the people. "Communication is hard and people take effort."

"I mean, I relate to that a little more than I should, but sometimes it's fun." I told him truthfully. "Sure, some people make you want to tear the skin off your own face and shove it down their throat, but others are rather pleasant."

Greg's head snapped towards me and I gasped at myself. Did I just use face flesh as reference?

"Dora's already rubbed off on me." I muttered under my breath.

"You met Dora?" Greg asked me, suddenly interested in the conversation.

I smiled as I replied. "Yeah, do you know her?" Greg let out a booming laugh before looking down at me with a happy glint in his eyes.

"I'm surprised that you managed to handle her." He said honestly as more people passed us to get to the elevator.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, turning my body towards him. I eyed Dare from the corner of my eye while he talked to people in the centre of the room. Something about him made me anxious.

"Her personality is very..." He tried to find the right word. "Strong."

"I've noticed." I deadpanned, having to look up to Greg. He looked down at me with something that resembled concern.

"And you're so..." Again, he took a moment to find the right adjective. "Happy."

"I'm 'happy'?" I asked rhetorically. "Who the hell describes someone as 'happy'?"

"Me, obviously." He replied with a small smile. We must've looked like a weird pair. Me, the average height for a female, 5'6", and Greg, a six-foot emo giant.

I was about to say something when my phone buzzed in my leggings. I pulled it out of the pocket and it continued to buzz. I realized that someone was calling me.

I pressed the accept button and put the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Heyyyyyy Faith! I didn't know where you were so I went to a party!" Molly's words were slurred from alcohol and I sighed exhaustedly. I checked the time on my phone and found it to be eight o'clock.

"It's eight and you're already drunk?" I questioned, waving to Greg, signalling that I was leaving. He nodded a reply and I got into the elevator.

"Pshh, I'm only a little tipsy." She lied. I heard her say something else, but the elevator muffled the connection.

"Sorry, I was in an elevator. What'd you say?" I asked her, marching out of the building where people were still milling around.

"I asked if you wanted to come join!" She repeated excitedly. I ran a hand down my face and hailed a cab. It took a little while, but one finally pulled over for me.

"Where are you?" I demanded, needing to give the driver instructions.

"You remember Steven's house?" She giggled and I heard some voices in the background along with some terrible dubstep remix. I did in fact remember Steven's house so I gave the taxi driver the address. "I'm gonna go now."

"No, wait!" I exclaimed just as she hung up on me. I sighed and leaned over, putting my head in my hands, running my fingers through my dirty blonde hair for comfort.

Tonight was an adventure, but I wasn't sure I felt about it. All the stunts I did were for the most part, safe. However, Dare was dangling so high up that I doubt he was even getting enough air up there. We were on way different levels of crazy and everyone else supported him for it.

I suppose it's all great fun, but what if the cops had caught us? Although the feeling of the wind gliding through my hair was amazing, I could easily roll down the window and experience the same feeling.

Yeah, but what about the adrenaline, Faith? That's what you're really here for. Face it, you're a junkie.

I ignored the voice in my head because I knew it was right. We arrived at the party in about ten minutes and I paid the cab driver. I hopped out and attempted to find Molly in the crowd of drunk young adults. Finally, I spotted a clump of red hair and I knew I'd found her.

Then again, I kind of wish I hadn't. She's already removed her shirt and she was starting to unbutton her shorts for the boys that were watching her. She stood on a table, swaying her hips in a manner the boys probably though was sexy, but I was pretty sure she was just too drunk to stand up straight.

I rushed over to her and announced: "Alright ladies and gentlemen, show's over." Everyone booed, but nevertheless went back to their party.

"Hey, what'd you do that for, Faith?" Molly asked me, pouting. I helped her down from the table with a struggle on her part and helped her walk to the front of the house. I didn't answer her, I just grabbed the keys out of her pocket and found her car. "Faith."

I turned to her and she clutched her stomach. I took a deep breath and held her hair back. I lead her to a bush nearby, poor neighbour, and she unloaded the toxic contents of her stomach. Right on the flowers. Great.

When she was finished, I found the stash of napkins I hid in her car just for this occasion and wiped her face clean of puke. She groaned as the headache kicked in and I drove us back to the dorm.

I helped her into bed and she smiled up at me. "Thank you, Faith." I gave her a grimace and left her to sleep. I dug out the Advil and a glass of water. I left both on her night side table and seemed the comfort of my own bed.

What a day.