Champagne

I have never gotten properly drunk before, and as it turns out I’m not a light weight. I had just gotten off the phone with my Father, and needed a distraction. I don’t normally like how it feels. I don’t like anything that makes my mind foggy, but that’s precisely what I wanted at the moment. I meant to stop once I’m a bit tipsy then call a car, but I’m not thinking clearly. I text Beck then take another shot of champagne, before ordering my favorite a martini. There’s two men, and a girl behind me. I know what they are because they’re talking loud. There’s leaders name is Russet. They’re all drunk.

“Hey aren’t you that pop star.”

“Hey no, no that movie star.” Russet says. “Didn’t you get your co-worker fired.” Beck enters the club.

“No, no.” The other says. “I heard she blackmailed him to quit.”

“No. Decently got him fired.” The fact that they couldn’t ever keep the story straight was a good sign. No one had caught on. Even if he deserved it people might be quick to judge my methods. To judge me.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” I say trying to defuse the situation with a simile.

“Hey why don’t you get my girlfriend here a drink.” He says. The woman smiles at me sharply.

“Sure.” I say he seems to drunk to hear the sarcasm. I pass a drink the bartender makes onto their table with a little purposeful splash. The guy trips me on the way back.

“Sorry.” He says. “Didn’t mean too.” I look up his name. Turns out he’s a music agent. I grin.

“Naïve.” He reads. “Must be.” As if I can’t tell he just insulted me, or I’m too naïve to tell that they’re messing with me. Beck quickly makes his way over though the noisy crowd. I read up on him. It doesn’t take long for me to find his file.

“I know your friend over there doesn’t know you’ve been helping that girl cheat on him.” I smile. “Im not that naïve. And unless you want me to tell everyone one this because like you said I’m a movie star I suggest you leave. I can’t imagine why you thought this conversation was going to go well. Guess I’m not as naïve as you think I am.” Beck is right next to me. The three do leave in a rush. Giving each other angry looks.

“How could he be so stupid as to post a photo of him, and her together, kissing. How is he that stupid.” I say quietly yo Beck. The world suddenly a bit to loud. “If you’re going to manipulate one of your friend’s into thinking you’re not cheating the first thing you do is make sure there are no photos if you together.” Beck nods but he’s only half listening. He’s trying to drag me out.

“I’m taking you home.” For a moment I think my childhood home.

“I do not want to talk to my Father.” He looks at me.

“Your apartment. How much did you have?”

“Im never drinking again.” I say. He nods like that’s an answer. I guess it kind of is. My head feels fuzzy. I can’t get my mind to focus. I don’t like the feeling anymore. Then we’re in his car. He hands me a water bottle. We’re silent for a long moment.

“I hope you don’t leave.” I say.

“I won’t leave you alone until you fall asleep.” He says.

“No I mean I hope you won’t leave me too.” Like Alex, but I’m sure he isn’t the only person I mean. “Everyone’s going yo leave me. I hope you’ll stay though.” He gives me an unreadable look. He makes sure I get inside safe. I lay on the couch. Taking off my shoes. He turns the Tv on low. He flips the channel to a reality show. It’s like gossip, but better because it’s all a lie. It’s quite entertaining.

“You ok?” I nod suddenly tired. “I called Jude. I have work so she’ll be by to check on you. With medicine for your head.” He meant a hang over, but I don’t quite grasp that.

“Yeah I don’t like how my head feels.” Maybe they should raise the drinking age from eighteen. I think in a sarcastic tone. “I don’t like it.” He nods. This isn’t the first time he’s driven me or Jude home like this; but I’ve never been like this before. I can’t seem to say what I mean. Or even think what I mean.

“I should have said something to those people. I’m sorry all I did was get you out of there. I should have told them off too.” I’m sure he was too worried about me to be angry. Even if he did loose his temper he was still naturally passive. It would take a lot to crack that. Besides he saw I could handle myself.

“It ok. I like doing it.”

“Doing what?” I fall asleep before I can answer.