Star World

eighteen

Scarlet's POV

I woke up to the sound of an alarm blasting throughout the hotel; I stuck my hand out, trying to find the damn thing that was interrupting my sleep. My hand hit the snooze button, and I fell against the bed with a thud, groaning. Last night was a blur; the last things I remember was dancing with the girls, taking some shots, and talking to Anderson. I smiled, remembering me and Anderson's conversation.

Flashback to last night:

I stumbled out the front doors of the club we were in, shivering once the harsh cold air hit my bare arms. "Fuck, it's cold," I said aloud, talking to myself, my teeth chattering. My hands went into my clutch bag, grasping my phone and pulling it out. I scrolled through my contacts, trying to find the person I wanted to talk to. Clicking on his name, I pressed before I'd regret it.

"Hello,"  Anderson's rough voice said; I didn't say anything for a second, not knowing what to say. "Scarlet?" Anderson said, a little louder now.

"Yea, I'm here, it's me, hiiii," I said, giggling a little bit.

Anderson laughed a little bit, "are you drunk?"

"Umm, maybe just a little," I said, my teeth chattering more. It was getting really cold out here.

"Are you okay? You sound cold. Do you need me?" Anderson asked, sounding a little more worried and urgent.

"Nope. I's am allll good. I jus wanted to talk to you."

"How is New York?" Anderson asked; I heard loud noises in the background. It sounded like he was in a car, maybe.

"It's pretty cool; it would be bet-(hiccup)-ter if you were (hiccup) here to keep me company ( hiccup), though," I said, covering my hand over my mouth to try and stop the hiccups.

"Your wish is my command, princess. Get home safe, please," Anderson said, now sounding a little more serious.

"Okayyy. Goodnight Anderson."

"Night Scar."

End of Flashback.

Pushing through the day running on four hours of sleep was horrible, plus I was nursing a nasty hangover. And to make matters worse, I only had two cups of coffee so far today.

Violet and I had woken up around 8 because we had an appointment with Jessica, the woman who called us about the possible new space for Star World to expand to.

We were in a cab on the way to Manhattan, a 30-minute ride from our hotel. Violet was crumpled up in the corner of the car, her head leaned against the window, with her eyes closed. Her hand was rubbing her temple to try and get rid of the pounding headache that came after a night of vodka.

I had my giant sunglasses on, grasping my coffee, regretting drinking so much the night before. "Violet, tell me why we thought it was smart to get blackout drunk last night knowing we had to wake up early as fuck," I grumbled.

Violet looked over at me, opening her eyes and squinting because of how bright the sun was, "I'm seriously considering never drinking alcohol again..." We both looked at each other and started laughing, "yeah right, that's not gonna happen," Violet continued, the both of us still laughing.

"Okay, ladies, here we are," The taxi driver announced gruffly, looking at us through the front mirror.

"Thank you," Violet and I both said at the same time, both of us grabbing some cash from our bags to tip the driver. The guy didn't say anything else, speeding away once we were barely out of the car.