Megan
Emma picked up the phone and read a message as the music continued to rumble around the club. Alison left a few hours ago, and Emma and I had gone wild. I didn’t think I could keep up, even though I was.
I perched on the stool with a lament. I had blurred vision and saw everything in slow motion. Maybe I drank too much, maybe I overdid it.
Emma threw herself over me laughing, "Axel’s out here!" she cried, fading his words and laughing as she pushed me against the table with his weight, shaking the glasses on it.
I laughed too as I saw her stagger "Tell him it’s not yet time!" I shouted "the last, girl!" I kept lifting a finger, or maybe two, I wasn’t sure.
"Yes," Emma said, nodding securely.
I saw you holding your phone, even though it looked like two phones, since when Emma ha
