You're drunk

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  • Published: 25 Feb 2018
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You're drunk. Maybe it's time you went home.

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  You don’t think you’re drunk anymore. Maybe just a little bit tipsy.

  You will probably regret drinking this much in the morning, but right now you don’t care. You can’t stop smiling as you pull your jacket closer to you. You’re very cold.

  You’re glad that you took the first step. Nothing would have happened if you had not let the butterflies fly and opened up your mouth. Now the boy you like will wake up with a new phone number in his phone and a message in his inbox telling him whose number it is.

  You found your friend in a corner of the dance floor, makeup smeared and holding hands with a girl as they stood huddled together beside a flock of boys. You followed her as she said goodbye to some of them, kissing them on the cheek, but never letting go of the hand that was in hers.

  You had left the boy in the kitchen after what had felt like hours. Your lips felt sore and your eyes was drooping. You asked the girl if she was going to drink that or if she wanted to go home. She had looked stunned of you addressing her, but agreed to let you walk her home. She was more drunk than you.

  You had still been so dizzy that the boy had to carry you down. He had a giddy smile on his face as he kissed you again, but he let you go home. The uneasy feeling in your stomach was back, but this time it was because of the alcohol.

  You listen as your friend recounts her evening to you and the girl from the kitchen, who you still don’t know the name of. She still hasn’t let go of the other girl by her side, and as the four of you make your way down the street, you let the cool air sober you up.

  You’re happy. You haven’t been this happy in a long time. You can’t stop smiling. You’re not drunk anymore, but at least you’re on your way home.

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