Blur.

“You alright miss?" the bartender asked bringing me back to reality.

“Yes, yes," I smiled back politely.

I felt tired and honestly really exhausted. Maybe I should have gone to the room and tried to get some rest for a while. Scanning the room for Moe, I neared him chatting with a tall blonde.

“Piranha," he smiled, “Are you okay? Have you been drinking?"

*No," I answered honestly, “I’m just tired, can I get the room key?"

"Sure," he instantaneously replied and grabbed the room key, "Becky," he called me again, "Are you sure you're alright?"

“Yeah," I smiled, “All good."

As I made my way across the room towards the exit I felt lightheaded yet somewhat heavy. Maybe I should have stayed here with Moe, it was safer. Somehow I felt like my thoughts fuzzed around my mind and I got this mild headache. I need to get back to Moe.

“Becky," some cooed my name as they steadied me with them and caressed my hair gently, “Let's go."

"Go?" I asked sleepily.

"Home, let's go home, Becky."

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