The warm drink burned as it traveled down her throat, leaving a warm tingling feeling wherever it touched. She exhaled, her shoulders relaxing as she took another sip of the dark liquid, her eyes scanning the floor for anything or anyone interesting. As time passed, one drink turned into two, which then progressed rapidly into four, and well, you know the story. Spencer lost count at around seven, and lost her wallet at roughly nine. She could hardly piece together the words of the bartender who was mentioning something about leaving.

Ashley entered the dark lit club, her eyes immediately scanning the floor like a predator scans for prey. She was here for the same reason as Spencer, to lose herself among the body heat and moving flesh that was the dance floor. The sound of shouting at the bar drew her attention away as she allowed herself to indulge her curiosity. It wasn’t easy to force her way through the mass of bodies, but Ashley was an experienced club visitor, and she was able to make her way through without even getting a single drink spilled on her brand new black mini skirt.

“YOU-HAVE-TO-LEAVE.” The bartender was speaking slowly and loudly, trying to catch the attention of the clearly intoxicated blonde. Blonde? Ashley performed a double take at the figure who was trying her best to focus on his words but obviously was failing miserably. Even shit-faced, Spencer was still a sight to see in that yellow dress, and Ashley caught her eyes wandering.

“I know her, I’ll get her out of here.” Ashley volunteered to the bartender before she really knew what she was doing. If she was smart, she would have just turned and walked away, but apparently she wasn’t. The man behind the counter looked relieved as he moved on to other customers, leaving the brunette with a giggling Spencer.

“Heyyyy….. You know me?” She slurred her words, squinting at Ashley although it didn’t help clear her vision. She looked familiar, but her brain wasn’t in any shape to be putting a name to her face.

“You could say that.” Was her reply as she tried to figure out her next move. “Put your arm behind my neck, we’ve got to get you out of here before that guy calls the cops.” She ordered firmly, reaching for Spencer’s hand.