{Always} (Right) {There} [Michie]
Oct 15, 2011 13:58:35 GMT -5
Post by Ally is tentatively back on Oct 15, 2011 13:58:35 GMT -5
Oh they turn their heads, embarrassed. Pretend that they don't see...
That it's one misstep, one slip, before you know it.
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed.
That it's one misstep, one slip, before you know it.
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed.
I stagger dizzily. Too much... what was it? Oh yeah, Vodka. Too much Vodka. I giggle to myself and plop down with my friends. "I am not drunk enough yet." I state, tossing my arm around the shoulders of Loretta, my best friend.
"You're dead drunk, Nessie!" She protests with a laugh. "How can you not be drunk enough yet?"
"Because..." I begin, snatching her beer and taking a long gulp, "I am not tempted to make out with you yet, so I clearly need to be more drunk. Much more drunk." I laugh, and she just snorts. I bump her with my hips, and she bumps me back, knocking me off the couch. Well, what'd she expect when she's like three times my size? I stand and brush myself off, swaying and giggling.
"You are waaaaay too drunk!" Loretta exclaims.
I grin at her. "Not if I can still dance, bitch!" I slur.
So that's what I do, dance, and trace the music in the air while continuing to gulp down alcohol.
After about an hour of that we flop back on the couch. "Drunk enough now?" She asks with a giggle. I can't talk so I just nod. She gives me a concerned look. "Hey, you okay? You don't look so good. Maybe you should call somebody." I open my mouth to protest, but instead I puke. "Ew!" She protests.
I glare at her and reach into my pocket for my phone. I immediately dial '1' on speed dial. I cling to the phone as it rings softly. I hear the quiet click that means the phone's been picked up. "Shar!" I mumble, feeling dizzy and sick.
"Nessie? What's up?" He asks.
I could start crying. "Shar, I need you to come pick me up, okay? I'm really drunk and I feel sick. I think I'm gonna pass out." I manage to choke out slowly. I move the phone from my face and puke again. I think I might've started crying when I put it back, but I'm not totally sure. "Jus' please come pick me up..." I mumble thickly.
I've fallen. I have sunk so low. I messed up, better I should know.
So don't come 'round here and tell me I told you so. Oh, I've messed up, Better I should know.
Don't come 'round here and tell me I told you so.
So don't come 'round here and tell me I told you so. Oh, I've messed up, Better I should know.
Don't come 'round here and tell me I told you so.