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I don’t bother to text back. I dial her number. She picks up straight away.
“Hellooooo,” she sings.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
“Um, well, Ella’s sisters are here and they made these drinks. I didn’t want to be rude so I drank some. And now I feel good. Like really good, Josh. But not as good as you make me feel,” she slurs.
“Are you drunk?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Um, I don’t know. Hold on,” she says. I don’t think she pulls the phone away from her ear as she speaks to Ella.
“Ella, Joshua is asking if I’m drunk. Am I drunk?” she asks. I hear a heap of laughter before some shuffling of the phone.
“Joshy, she’s not drunk. Much. Where are you anyway? You’re missing the fun,” Ella says.
“Ella, what are you drinking? What is Emmy drinking? Has she eaten? Had any water?” I fire off. The only response I get is more laughter.
“Give the phone back to Emily,” I growl out.
“Joshua, remember that time in high school when you took me home from that party?” Emmy asks.
I’m surprised she remembers that; she was out of it. She passed out in my car. I don’t know how much or what she was drinking at the party, but when I turned up and saw how wasted she was, I dragged her ass out.
“You remember that?” I ask her
“Yep!” She pops out the P sound. “I wasn’t drunk that night. I faked it because I knew you’d take me home. It was the first time you told me that you loved me.”
“You were supposed to be asleep when I said that.”
“I know. But I’m not faking drunk now. So, you know, if you want to tell me now, that’s okay too,” she says, not making any sense.
“I love you, Emmy. Have you eaten anything today?”
“Mmm,” she hums.
“Emmy?”
“Oh, hang on.” She returns her attention to the girls. “I lick, drink then suck, right?” she asks.
Fuck me, they’re giving her tequila shots. I hear a bunch of females cheering before Emmy starts talking again.
“I don’t get it… it tastes like shit, Josh. Why do people do this?”
“Emmy, drink some water, babe. I’m coming home,” I tell her.
“Oh, can we do that thing again?” she asks.
“What thing?”
“You know that thing you do with your tongue. Down there,” she attempts to whisper.
“Babe, I will be doing that thing with my tongue on a daily basis. Don’t you worry about that.”
I can hear giggles and wolf whistles in the background.
“Emmy, I’m hanging up now. I’m coming home.”
“Josh, are you mad? I don’t want you to be mad at me.”
