Just a Little Buzzed

“Psh, like I would dance with you” At that point I decided I should probably get off of him. So I struggled to stand back upright. It was harder than I thought.

“Whoa, steady there” He reached out to help me.

“Hey, I can do it myself” Damn, why does he have to be so nice? I feel like an idiot

“Haha, I’m sure you can. Now let’s get outside for some fresh air”

So we went outside (I was holding his arm for support) and sat down on a bench under a lightpost. We sat there in silence for a minute. I was trying to get the world to stop spinning so fast around me, I’m not sure what he was doing. Then he spoke:

“And your name is…”
“Well, hello Brooke. I’m Alex.”
“Hi Alex.” I looked at him. He didn’t look like a normal human being. Actually, nothing looked normal. Shit, how much alcohol was in that drink?

I didn’t know, obviously. All I did know was that my head hurt like hell and I still couldn’t see straight. But I was starting to feel the buzz of being drunk, and my mood lightened considerably.

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