Chapter 92 : "Drunk & High"

T A T E

The loud music was busting up these four walls of the club, it was pretty pretty loud almost deafening to the ears. I can't even hear my own thoughts, it's crazy. Most men were into groups of four to many were all busy drinking and chattering. Most slut looking women that were around were dancing up against a man or two that they probably just met while I'm here drowning myself with troubles and pain.

I groan as I take a long drink from my third glass of tequila. Third glass, believe that! And I've never been a tequila fan. I swear I was really planning on getting drunk tonight because of one thing and that's because I was so so so stupid for letting Harry slip away.

"Has he commented yet?" Monique asks.

I shake my head and pouted.

"Did he even hit you up?" She asks again.

I sigh heavily. "Nothing!"

I've been keeping on refreshing and refreshing my Instagram account but not even a single notification that was coming from Harry popped out and it's already freaking the hell out of me. It's so fucking annoying, I wanna cry. He didn't even doubled tapped on it too. He didn't even leave any comment as well.

"Nothing." I spat.

I groan inwardly. "I'm soooo stupid. I left him months ago and now I'm screaming on my Instagram account that I'm back in New York and that I wanna see him sooooooo badly."

I huffed and chugged on my new glass of whisky. I know it was all my fault for leaving him because I was too scared to fight for him while he was willing risk it all for me even if he won't leave anything for himself.

"Relax maybe he's just busy." Monique says.

"Busy my ass. He's on hiatus. I don't even know where he is right now." I muffled.

"Now you're mad at him because he's nowhere to be found and he hasn't liked your Instagram post yet he's been looking everywhere for you but where were you? You were at Spain running away like a coward bitch. And now you whine about him ignoring you?" She shakes her head.

I sigh. "Don't rub salt on the open wound. Please. I know I was being so so so stupid for actually letting him go and now here I am pleading and inwardly hoping that he would at least kind of a little bit notice me."

"You know what, let's just drink." Monique refills my empty glass of whisky and hers too.

"Yes. That's what I've been doing since we came here and sat down on this goddamn chair." I ranted loudly.

"Yes. And we'll be dancing in a bit once I sight some hot guys on the dance floor." She answers.

"To being a stupid coward bitch." I raised my glass. "Fucking cheers!" I clinked it to hers.

We chugged it all down in one take and felt my throat burning. I groan and coughed but recovered with a loud woot.

"I swear to God I haven't felt that fucking good for centuries!" I chimed.

Monique laughs.

"More." I commanded.

"More?" Monique asks.

"No, let's... Ummm... Let's... Let's both have patron this time." I giggled. "Hey mister bartender two patron. Cmon. Hustle hustle." I clapped my hands.

She pats my shoulder. "You're just hurt. And troubled. And you're confused. And you're also probably mad too but please don't wear yourself out. Don't drink too much please. I have a daughter waiting for me. I can't be that drunk."

I laughed. "Let's party. I miss this so much. I wanna let go, let loose and just party."

I swayed my head sideways along with the music. "Party. And just party. Party nonstop. Party till I fucking drop." I laughed. "That rhymed. I can be the next big hit in no time." I laughed again.

I see Monique shaking her head. "Come oooooon. I just came back home in New York so let me be. Please."

Monique sighs.

"And besides... Tarry has a nanny babysitting her." I smile at her.

"Don't drink too much." She begs.

"Two patron for the very lovely ladies." The bartender flirts and winks at Monique.

"Alright!! Woot!" I cheered on.

Suddenly I noticed that the bartender kept on hitting at Monique. And guess what, she even liked it so much. She's hitting back. She's obviously flirting back at the bartender. Okay, I admit he's hot alright but I don't trust people I met inside the clubs. You won't know a person has that herpes thing or two.

"You have a daughter. You don't want to have a son." I whisper to her.

She slightly pushes me away. "No. Shush. We came here to party, right?"

I chuckle. "Whatever you say alright." I grabbed the glass of patron and chugged it all down.

I whooped. "I'm just gonna... Umm... Oh god I swear that patron was a killer."

The handsome bartender smiles. "We have the best patron in town." He winks.

No cowboy. You're barking up the wrong tree. I won't be flirting and winking and talking sexy to you. But I politely smiled back.

"Yeah. Sure it is. It's already making me.." I giggle. "Making me so dizzy as hell."

Monique takes my hand, "Are you okay? You've had too many to drink."

I nod. "Yep. Im okay."

No I'm not okay. Everything is spinning. What did that bartender put on my drink?

"Seriously Tate?" I hear Monique.

I nod vigorously. "Yes. Yes. I just need to go to the bathroom and take a wee. I'll be okay." I smile and grabbed my purse.

"Are you really even sure?" She worried.

"Yes. I can take care of myself. Help yourself with bartender boy." I straddled my way to the bathroom. I feel my knees shaking. I think I was even barely walking keeping my eyes open.

I don't know how I even ended up inside the female's bathroom having a sight so blurry with everything in doubles but I got inside. I lean over the sink and stared at my drunk self in front of the mirror. Oh shit, I do look like I just fucked everything up in one glass and chugged it altogether. I shake my head sideways and tried to straighten my blurry vision and tried to keep my eyes open a little bit wider, but I'm so dizzy. I don't know how many drinks I've had but I sure was enough feeling everything around me turning.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned. I feel like throwing up but I couldn't puke anything. Shit.

I stare at myself in front of the mirror even longer with red eyes and cheeks. I look so wasted as hell. But I wanted to do this because I wanna get this pain off my chest and just drunk the night away. Yes I will probably wake up tomorrow with massive hangover and the pain will eventually come back but at least tonight I just wanna drown this all away.

I began to walk out of the bathroom and drunkly walked back row here I left Monique.

"Hey Tate!" I heard someone just called out my name but then maybe I was just hearing things so ignored that voice.

I was having the hardest time of my life walking straight all alone being bumped by the people as I passed by them. I was already at the center of the dance floor when all of a sudden someone from behind me, grabbed my elbow so hard and pulled me back.

"Hey!" I yelped.

"Hey lady. You're wandering off alone." He tells me. Surely he's from here because he doesn't even have any accent on him. I can't even see his face but I was so sure he was gigantic because his height was hovering over me.

He smiles. "You'd be lonely."

"I'm not alone." I pull myself away. "And I'm definitely not lonely."

"Hey hey..." He holds my hand. "How about you join our table?" He pointed.

I look back at him. "I told you I'm not alone." I pull my hand away from him but he's holding me tighter.

"Don't go. Please. It's just one drink then we'll let you go." I don't know if he's smiling or not but I swear to God he's a blond.

I sigh heavily.

"Please, pretty?" He begs again.

I shake my head.

"Just one drink." He pulled one finger up.

"Just one?" I asked.

He nods. "Yes. Just one."

I glared at everything around me which was all a blur and started walking with him while his hand was holding onto me tight. He was talking things to me but I never really paid attention to him because my world was turning and I know I was going to fall onto my knees. I wasn't even walking straight anymore but when we reached his table he introduced me to all of his friends.

I settled myself on a chair and felt someone lacing their arm around me. "You are so beautiful babe." A man says to me.

I just laughed at them.

"What's your name?" Another guy asked me.

"Tate." I answer timidly but to be honest the alcohol inside my body is making n more confident to be sharing a table with these men.

They began to say each of their names out loud but I didn't really listen to any of them because I wasn't that interested either and I couldn't see their faces clearly too. They were even tentatively shaking with my hand too.

"Okay. It's nice to meet all of you. Now hand me the drink already so I can leave." I spat.

I hear laughters and they all sounded like they were cheering for me. I know I was drunk and wasted and my vision wasn't straight as fuck but I know what was going on. Okay, I know barely and vaguely what was going on around me.

"Since you're our guest for tonight. We always have a mini tradition." A guy handed handed me a stick. Fuck I can't even see it clearly.

I take a look at it, closer and closer.

"Please do the honors, beautiful." One guy placed a cigarette like thing over my hand.

"What is this?" I asked, I think I have an idea what it was but I just couldn't see things clearly.

"You smoke?" A guy whispered to me.

I shake my head. "I don't. No thanks." I push it to him but he tries to push it back at me.

I have smoked before but God that was ages ago. I don't even remember it well when was the last time I smoked. I didn't really got addicted to it because I don't want to destroy my lungs.

"It's an e-cigarette. Go on, try it." He whispers to my ear almost breathing on my neck.

"No. I don't know what's in that." I answer.

"Trust me, it'll be a great help to get you a little sober in no time. Here, smoke it." I felt a hand placed over my lap.

"Really?" I gaped.

"Yeah. Try it." One cheered.

"See us? We've finished tons of tequilas but we're still not drunk." The boys continued to cheer on.

I widen my eyes as I take even a closer look at the e-cigarette over my hand, it was silver in color that had a gold tip on top. I take a grip tight on it and doubted myself to be doing it but they're both pushing me to do it. I don't know what's in this but I feel like doing it too. It's been a long time since I smoked anything.

"Oh fuck this shit." I spat.

One guy taught me how to do it, he said I need to push this button and then he instructed that I needed to inhale every smoke that comes out from it or else it will all go to waste. I haven't smoked before but it would be nice to try.

I began to put my lips around the tip and pressed the button as I inhaled deeply the entire smoke that came out from the nuzzle. I felt it going through my lungs and coughed once the smoke billows out from my lips. I hear them whooping and cheering for me. One guy was whispering to my ear that I did great and the other on my right handed me my drink. They kept pushing me to take a hit again but I swear to god my vision tripled in blurring and all of a sudden I felt my mind floating then my body. I don't know how long I have been sitting here but I'm already sweating so much.

"W-What's... What was in that?" I ask, hearing my own voice slurring to the words I was saying.

I see them passing the e-cigarette around each of them in circle clockwise but I couldn't explain what I was feeling right now. Everything around me started getting funny and I was joining them while they were laughing as if I've known them.

"What's in that e-cigarette?" I ask again.

"It's crack." One answer.

I gaped. "W-what? I smoked cracked?"

"Yeah baby." I felt someone rubbing my waist.

"Holy shit I just smoked fucking crack!" I bursted into laughter.

Our table got louder as they cheer for me.

"Cmon babe, time to take your shot." The other fur next to my right handed me a glass.

I grabbed it and started chugging it down my throat. I groan as I kept my eyes following the color lights that were everywhere. I raised my hands up and tried to catch it but I can't. It seems impossible to catch it which made me laugh at myself harder. And laughed a bit louder too when the other boys talked to me which I didn't even understand. We just kept on laughing together and kept talking about shit things. I felt some hands against my front but I never really cared about it.

"Tate!" A voice calls out.

Who's that's? I can hear him but I'm seeing things and I began to feel hyper. I wanted to run, scream, dance and just go wild. Fuck I want to head to the dance floor and just dance and dance and dance. My head feels so lighter that I think I don't have anything else to think of anymore and my body feels so light too.

"What the fuck are you doing to her?" There's that voice again.

"You're already unbuttoning her top! You're taking advantage of her! Tate get up." He instructed me and pulled me up from the couch.

"I'm having fun." I answer then giggle.

"We're going Tate." He tells me and I felt myself being carried over someone's arms.

"Oh?" I gaped and giggled.

I don't know what was already happening around me but someone's fixing up my too and I felt like I'm being carried around, put down and I hear this man's voice still talking to me. I feel my seat even moving too but all the lights were so beautiful and still making me laugh.

"Are you okay Tate?" That voice asks again.

"God I smoked crack. I'm so okay. I'm better than okay." I slurred at my own words. "I fucking smoked fucking crack for the fucking first time of my fucking life. Fuck! I'm always saying fuck it's so funny. Why is it so funny as fuck?" I laughed louder than I should.

I snorted. "Whoops. There I go again." I just continued laughing and I don't even hear him laughing with me.

He sighs. "You're drunk and you're high. This isn't good."

I rested my head on his shoulder while his arm was wrapped around my shoulders.

"You can drop us off at my hotel and will you carry her up to my room first, Ron? I need to take care of something for her." That male voice speaks again.

I look up to him and asked, "Are you talking to me to carry myself up to your room?" I laughed again. "I can't even barely walk straight."

"I'm talking to my driver, Tate. Don't worry. You're safe with me." He answers.