Wasted

Meghan takes me to a bar where she plies me with drink after drink, and I down them without complaints. Usually, I hardly ever take any alcohol and I can’t remember the last time I was drunk, but today, I have no inhibitions, and I let myself go, becoming stupidly drunk.

I notice that she isn’t imbibing as much as I am, but I think nothing of it. I also notice that she’s watching me intensely, in a weird way, but I chalk it down to the alcohol making me see things that are not true. Finally, we head home in my car, with Bianca driving.

“You’re so wasted. You’re cute when you’re drunk.” She tells me, chuckling a little.

“I don’t think the word ‘cute’ should be used for me,” I reply, slurring my words a little.

She says a bunch of other things that I tune out. Instead, I’m thinking of the blissful moment when I’ll be able to get into bed and pass out. I fall asleep in the car and only wake up when Bianca nudges me and tells me that we’re home.

She helps me get out of the car, and I m