The Art of Grieving

Chapter 2

"Danny!" I squealed and basically attacked the man sitting at the bar. 

Danny was my best friend in high school before he moved to California with his older boyfriend. We talked off and on, but haven't seen each other in years. 

He laughed and wrapped his arms around me, almost falling out of the chair. 

"Hello, gorgeous. How are you?" Danny laughed. 

I let go of Danny and said, "I'm good, but how are you?" 

Danny held up his ring finger to show me the golden band that was on it. "Noah finally asked!"

I squealed again, "Oh my gosh! When's the wedding?"

"Next February. I was actually going to ask you to be in the wedding. Sort of as a maid of honor, I suppose."

I put my hand on my heart. "I would love to."

"Actually, my man of honor is here, too." Danny said as he jabbed his thumb towards the bathrooms. 

"Yeah? Who is it?" I asked. 

"Well, you probably actually know-"

"You." A different voice said. 

I looked up into Andrew's icy eyes. 

"You." I mocked back. I turned back to Danny. "This chump is your man of honor?"

Andrew groaned. "Can we not call it that? It's best man."

Danny waggled his finger. "Not at my wedding it's not."

I stifled a laugh and Andrew glared at me. Soon enough someone was grabbing my arm and I turned to face Josie. 

"Bitch, why aren't you drunk yet?!" She yelled in my face. Her breath smelled like she drank the entire bar already. 

I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back a little bit. "I'm sober cabbing Ella."

"Bitch! That's what uber is for!" Josie yelled again as she thrust a shot glass into my hands. Some of the liquid fell out and onto my jeans. 

I rolled my eyes and put the shot glass down and replaced it with napkins instead. 

"Where's your sister?" I asked Josie. 

She pointed her finger at the dance floor. Jessica was already dry humping some poor guy. I shook my head at her. 

"Just take one shot!" Josie told me. 

I sighed. "If I take one will you stop yelling?"

She bobbled her head up and down like a puppy. I grabbed the shot glass, took a deep breath, and downed it. My nose wrinkled at the taste. 

"Princess can't handle her liquor?" A voice mocked me. 

I turned to glare at Andrew. 

"Shut up," I told him. 

He smirked at my poor comeback. I was not drunk enough for this. Maybe two shots wouldn't be so bad. 

**

Okay, so two shots turned into four, and then eight. Soon I was joining Jessica on the dance floor as we danced to Baby Got Back. I was laughing like a maniac but obviously didn't care. 

"Alcohol is fun!" I screamed over the music. 

Jessica giggled. "I know right!"

Another song pulsed throughout the dance floor and hands found their way to my waist.