Gone
Eighty-Five
With a flip of the hair, she turned on her heel and strutted away from us and disappeared into the crowd without another word. We received a few stares as Niall led me to the kitchen and sat on the bar stool, his legs dangling just above the floor. I took the one next to him. The one on the right was occupied by an older guy around the age of thirty. There was no doubt about it; he was definitely shit-faced. He had a bottle of Corona in his hand, taking swigs of it every so often.
"What do you want?" He moaned drunkenly, slamming the bench.
His stale breath stunk of beer. He pointed his finger at me. I didn't say anything. A moment later, Emma came into view again.
"What the hell, Luke? Where have you been?" She shouted at the drunken man but then she changed her tone as she realised how off his face he was, "Oh shit, you're drunk as a skunk."
She turned to face us, planting her hands on her hips. I could tell she was about to comment on how we hadn't taken our eyes off them. I looked away quickly, avoiding eye contact. I could see through the crowd that the door had just opened again revealing twice as many people as before.
"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up," she gestured for him to follow her.
Luke had other plans though, which apparently included cracking onto me, or at least attempting to.
"You're cute," he winked at me, "can I grab your number sexy?"
He was drunk though so it was more of a blink than a wink. It was quite inappropriate for him to flirt with me considering he was basically twice my age.
I shook my head.
"Nope," I laughed.
Notes
DOne.
So I gave up on Ghost obvs but I have a new story up now called Bravery which I think you guys might like because it's the same sort of thing but with a refreshing new twist :)
10/22/14