I start driving to the bar but stop myself knowing I won’t have anyone to save me once I get plastered. I think about going to Carmen again, but remember she has a meeting tomorrow so instead I drive to a gas station, buy cheap beer and head back home.

When I open the door I don’t see her, so I walk to my room and sigh. She has dressed again but she is still here. Asleep on my bed. I whimper and slide to the floor leaning against the door frame.

I crack open my first beer and quickly down it.

This is going to be a long night. I quickly move to the couch and open another, turning the tv on pretending to watch it. I crack open a second beer.

I mean technically I bet we could get away with it. Only Sherry knows something might be going on. I bet we could easily get away with it. Who would suspect two girls? If it was a boy that would be a different story but it isn’t. Plus, it’s not like I want a serious relationship, I just really, really, really want to fuck her brains out.

I mean we have already gone way too far. I have her porn video. She is laying in my bed, either of those things could get me arrested. The line has already been crossed. So maybe if I am going to get in trouble anyways, then I should do it. Do her.

My phone rings and I nearly drop my fourth beer as I sit up.

“Shit.” I slur, dropping my phone on the floor.

It takes me a second to finally grab it and answer it.

“Helloo?”

“Are you drunk?” Carmen asks.

“No, you are.” I giggle.

“(sigh) where are you?”

“I’m at home, where are you?” I slur drinking the rest of the can.

“Where do you live?”

“I’m not telling.”

“Scarlet.”

“Carmmmennn”

“Tell me where you live.”

“Nope.” I giggle popping open another.

“Are you drinking beer?”

“Mayyybe.”

“Oh god, you know that shit makes you sick.”

“Nu-uh.” I burp.

“Where do you live.”

“Nope.”

“I’ll find out one way or another.”

“Got to go.” I hung up and ran over to the trash can, vomiting.

Fuck. I got some on myself. Ew. It’s warm.

“Ms. A…”

I look up from the floor and Maddison is looking at me. She looks uncomfortable. She fidgets in place.

“Hey! Sexy pants, wait, you’re not wearing pants.” I giggle.

“Um, are you okay?”

“Nope, I’m drunk. And dirty.” I took my shirt off and let it fall to the floor with a wet slap.

“Oh.”

“Want one?” I offer her a beer.

“Um, no thanks.”

“Come on, it’s just one.” I stumble to my feet.

I get dizzy and use the table to stable myself.

“I think I’ll go.” She backs towards the door.

“No! you just got here.” I grab her by the wrist.

She looks at me with those emerald eyes. God, she’s so hot. I want her.

“You’re covered in puke.” She points out.

“So, take a shower with me, you can scrub my back.” I pull her closer.

She thinks about it, that little tease. As if she has to debate whether or not she wants me.

“What’s my name?” she asks.

“Huh?”

“My name?”

“Umm, wait I know it. Maddison.”

“My last name?”

“That’s not fair, um Jackson?”

“Nope.”

“Jones?”

“Colder.”

“Hmm, who cares…” I pout.

“I do. You’re too drunk to even remember if we do something.”

“So take advantage of me, you know ya want to.”

“I want you to remember.” She yanked her wrist free.

“No, come on, I’m horny, fuck me, baby.” I chase after her.

“No.” she pulled away again.

“Don’t walk away from me.” I grab her and pull her into an embrace.

“Stop it.” She pulls out.

“No! you started it, I’m just finishing it.” I grab her by the skirt.

She slaps me across the face, I’m caught by surprise.

“Grow up will you.” She spat before quickly running out the door.

I hand travels to my cheek. That fucking bitch hit me. What is she going on about? Now she doesn’t want me? Well, fuck her. She started it, don’t start what you can’t finish. Fucking tease.

I crack open a new can and slide down to the floor.

Who needs her. I don’t. Fuck her.

The door opens. It’s not Maddison it’s Carmen and Sherry. I groan and quickly down the rest of the can before Sherry smacks it out of my hand.

“Come on.” Carmen sighs picking me up off the floor.

“Fuck you,” I grumbled.

“I thought you were done with this shit.” Sherry fumed.

“You’re not my mom.” I spat.

Carmen led me to the restroom and turned the tub on.

“I’ll do it,” Sherry says, pushing Carmen away from me.

“We’ve made up. I swear.” Carmen holds up her hands in surrender.

“I don’t believe you.” She spat.

“We did we fucked.” I giggled.

They both sighed.

“I can do it, it’s okay,” Carmen said.

“Fine, but leave the door open, I’ll clean up this mess.” Sherry sighed walking away to clean up.

Carmen nods.

“Why did you get drunk?” Carmen asks taking my clothes off.

“Because I can.” I stuck my tongue out at her.

She sighed and helped me into the tub. I let her wash me and relaxed into the warm water. I let my hand travel to my cheek.

When I was done she helped me out and went to get some clothes for me. Sherry came in and dried my hair, giving me water to drink.

“You are so fucking dead once you sober up,” Sherry said.

“Don’t be scary Sherry.” I snort.

“You promised me you’d never do this again. I can’t believe you. I’m so disappointed in you Scarlet.”

I felt my eyes water.

“I’m sorry.” I felt myself on the verge of sobbing.

“Just drink your water.” She sighed.

Carmen came back in and helped get me dressed. Then they led me to the bed and laid me down. My pillow smelled like Maddison.

“Lay with me,” I said to Carmen.

She sighed and looked at Sherry.

“Leave this door open, I swear if I hear one peep.”

“I won’t I promise,” Carmen said.

“Emm Hmm.”

Carmen laid next to me and wrapped her arms around me. I quickly fell asleep in her grasp.