40. Where's The Molly?

Tallulah's POV

The loud squeals had me watching the two girls making out publicly. They were so immersed in each other's sensual kisses and arousing touches that they failed to notice the sea of eyes and cheers all around them. They're probably drunk.

My eyes were still fixed on the couple when I heard a throaty retch from beside me. I looked at the direction the sound erupted from to see a girl throwing up, the disgusting watery fluid gushing out of her open mouth.

Her eyes were numb from all the drinking, and her makeup was distorted, mascara drawn below her eyes.

The couple of guys around her yelled and chanted, putting enough distance away from her as she continued to bath the tiles with her smelly vomit. One of them even had his phone held out, filming the whole thing. I could only wonder how embarrassed she would feel when she wakes up to see this embarrassing video of her all over the Internet.

Her head swung up when she was done to see the cameras and eyes watching her. She