Dhalia
I've enjoyed tonight; Keeley is drunk, maybe too drunk, but the guys are happy about it. I've spent most of my time dancing with Keeley.
We should leave soon; she's too far gone right now. Walking to the bar, I ask for a glass of water and hand it to her.
"Are you saying I'm drunk?" She laughs, almost falling off the chair. I see someone catch her and steady her.
"Thanks," I smile at the guy, and he nods.
"Well, it wouldn't look good of me to let your friend fall to the floor before asking if I can buy you a drink, would it?" He smiles and steps around Keeley on the stool until he's between us.
"I'm good, thank you." Smiling, I raise my glass. It's nearly empty, but I don't want him to buy me a drink.
"Is that your last one?" He leans closer and my head shakes.
"Not likely,
