Chapter one
hundred and sixty three:
Jenna flashed
her fake ID at the bartender and accepted her straight vodka. She downed it as
quickly as she could, before she was caught, and wandered back towards the
dance floor, leaving the glass at the bar.
Isaac and Taylor
were somewhere in the back drinking beers in celebration of the start of tour,
and Christy had joined them in the booth, but was drinking alcohol-free drinks.
When Jenna had broken away from the group, she was drinking an ice-tea.
Jenna wanted to
have fun. She wanted to let loose.
She worked her
way to the middle of the dance floor where she could no longer see the others.
The club was
playing a loud throbbing rap tune, which seemed to get under her skin and
vibrate her bones. She moved her muscles, and twisted in dancing, swaying to
the music. She raised her arms and folded them over her head, swaying
dangerously to the music.
The flickering
lights seemed to fade away and become tubes of neon streaks, which spun around
her.
The people
seemed to back away slightly, leaving her alone with the lights and the colors
and the sound of the music thumping around her.
Suddenly, two
arms circled around her, stopping her from moving. A large hand pressed against
her stomach, another on her hip.
She pushed the
arms away, wanting to be free and fall into the music again. She wanted to jump
into the lights and free-fall: to feel the weightlessness and the uncertainty
of the fall.
“Jen!” Came a voice,
distant and hazy in her mind.
“Jen!” the voice
came again.
She turned again
dizzily, falling into the arms which had tried to capture her before.
“Jen… are you
alright?”
A face came into
view, and she recognized it immediately.
“
“Jen? Are you okay?” A look of confusion
crossed his face.
“I’m fine!
Lighten up!” She even caught the slur in her own voice.
“Christy and Isaac
just left, come home with me.” He urged, keeping an arm around her.
“No!” She
protested. “I want to stay!”
“Jen, I think
you’d better come home with me.” He tightened his grip around her. “You’re
drunk!”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are!
What did you drink?”
“I had one shot
of vodka! I’m not drunk!”
“Okay, lets go to a different bar then, okay?”
She nodded
slightly, and followed him off the dance floor. Once outside, she stumbled on
the sidewalk. He caught her and hoisted her body into an upright position.
They walked
through a small park, and he sat her down on a bench.
“Jenna, what is
going on here?” He asked, crouching down in front of her. “You’re totally
loaded, there’s no way you could have had one drink.”
“I had one
drink! Ask anyone! Ask the bartender.” She could sense the slur in her speech
getting thicker.
“Okay.” He
sighed. He didn’t completely believe her, but he stood anyway. “Let’s get a cab
and get you into your bunk, okay?”
She nodded.
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