Kitten In Converse

Bark Worse Than The Bite

"You're too drunk," Fisher yelled over the bass of the music. Ali whooped at him and continued to grind against him. He smiled reluctantly, but knew that this couldn't continue. He's seen Ali drunk before and she doesn't know how to control herself when she's under the influence. "How about I take you to the car?" he asked her. It was obvious that Ali hadn't heard him, but when he took her arm, she didn't protest. Going to the car was an adventure since Ali was a big flop of noodles and she tried to talk to anybody who would listen. Thankfully not many people wanted to chat with a girl who was yelling at the top of her lungs even if you were in whispering distance.

"Fisher," Ali said as he got in the car. He buckled Ali up, but she didn't seem to want it on her. She attempted to wiggle out of it, but she was too drunk to comprehend how it was arranged on her. "I forgot..." She smiled at him and expected him to look at her. "My drink."

"You don't even like beer," Fisher said as he started the car. Ali moaned in her seat and Fisher rolled his eyes. He knew that she would complain about it the whole ride, so he grabbed his keys and locked the door. He wouldn't get her beer since she was so drunk already, but he would give her a soda or water. He ran through the house and he smiled at the first drink he saw.

Thankfully it was a sprite.

As he went for the door, he heard a commotion from the other room and his interest peaked. Everyone else went to go see what happened too and Fisher was surprised to see Frankie holding a phone in his hand with blood running down his nose. It looked like he was pretty bruised, but it took Fisher a couple of seconds to understand what his coherent blubbering was going on about.

"I called the cops! Everybody get out!" he yelled. All at once a massive hoard of people began to understand what was going on. Sirens were able to be heard from down the street and Fisher knew that he had to hurry away.

As soon as he got in my car, he handed the drink to Ali and sped off. Within minutes, he knew that they had gotten away safely and parked near the park. He was a little buzzed and knew that he shouldn't have been drinking. He hadn't expected Ali to drink though. Fisher looked beside him to see that Ali was fast asleep. He shook his head and kissed her cheek. He shook her for a moment and when he realized that something wasn't right, he grabbed the drink from Ali's hand.

Thankfully Ali had found a nail polish that said if the drink was drugged. When he poured a little drop on her nail polish, the sprite began to slowly turn red.

And Fisher immediately called Tyson.

***

"Why don't you just have some fun?" Brent asked as he grabbed Lillian's arm. She shrugged her shoulders and looked back over at Kat and Frankie. "Come on, I promise that I won't keep you too long." He tugged at her arm again and Lillian couldn't help but shrug her shoulders. She put her soda down and as she went to where the dancing was, she couldn't help but look back at them once more. She loosened up though and began to dance against Brent as if she was having a good time.

Honestly, it was working. As another song began to play, she found herself not wanting to look back and baby-sit Kat. Instead, she decided to dance with Brent again. After all, she doubted that something would even happen. She's been watching them all night and there was a very small possibility that the one time she wasn't watching, something would happen.

She put her hands up and smiled back at Brent.

To see that Kat and Frankie were no longer talking at the counter. Lillian looked around on the dance floor, but she couldn't even find the red-haired spunky girl or the host of the party. She felt Brent's hands clamp onto her hips so she continued to grind, but she wasn't enjoying it anymore. She looked around the room and as the song ended, she made the excuse to need the bathroom. Brent nodded his head, smiled, and found someone else to dance with.