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“Are you?” I say with a slight laugh.
The guy has been flirting with me for days. I’m sure he is thrilled Wes and I are over.
“Yes and no. Obviously.” He shrugs and lights a cigarette. “But no, really. I’m sorry to hear that. Wes is a great guy.”
I nod. He is right. Wes is a great guy, and I lost him in less than one night.
“Can I have one?” I ask, nodding to his cigarette.
“Of course.” He smiles and holds out his carton. I
pull one out, and he lights it for me.
“Thanks.” I say, taking a drag off my cigarette.
“Anytime. So, what’s the plan? Get shitfaced and wallow in self-misery?”
“Pretty much.” I agree, taking a long gulp from the bottle before inhaling on the cigarette.
“I’d offer you my company, but I don’t want Wes to get the wrong idea. Best friends and everything.” I nod. “Take care, Abbey.”
“You too.”
Ben walks over to where Dennis and Nicolas are standing.
I wander around the group of people, taking drinks from the bottle until I’m bordering on drunk. I chat with Dean and Jeff from my backing band. There are a few girls I know from previous parties, and I talk with them for a bit. I even talk with the merch people.
When I’m feeling a little too close to drunk for comfort, I sneak away from the party. I duck behind the buses and do a small bump. I still have a decent amount of coke left.
“Hey.” Someone says, and I quickly slide the vial back into my pocket. I look up, and it’s Skylar fromKey Failures.
“Hey.”
“You’re kind of shy, aren’t you?” He slurs, like he has been drinking for days. Probably has, knowing the types that hang out these places and belong to bands.
“I guess.” I shrug. Maybe it is all my past experiences with guys, or maybe it’s the coke making me paranoid, but something about being in a dark place with a drunk guy who has clearly expressed interest in me made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“You’re very beautiful.” He moves closer to me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.
“Thank you.”
“Wesley and you, huh?”
“We are just friends.”
“He kissed you on the cheek.”
“Just friends.” I’m getting kind of sick of repeating myself to everyone.
“Good.” He reaches for the bottle in my hand. I release it to him, and he takes a sip.
“I should be going.”
“Do I make you nervous?” He laughs. “I’m harmless, I promise. Drunk off my ass, but harmless.”
“I should get back to the party, I mean.”
“Yes. We should. So, how does one become friends with you?” He asks as we round the corner to the party.
