Glitter

"Where the hell have you been?" he yelled once he had let me in.

I gave him a smile and waved at him. "Mornin' to you too, Alex. Spent the night, did we?" I don't think my speech was as clear as it was in my head because Alex took a suspicious step towards me, sniffed once and turned red.

"You're wasted."

A matter of fact observation. I cocked my head and giggled when the world shifted and turned a singular Alex into two.

"You're cute when you get mad."

He swore under his breath but something had grabbed my wrist and pulled me somewhere. I suspected Narnia but I didn't dare get my hopes too high.

"...I can't believe Jack would do this to me," he was muttering. I realized by the voice that it was Alex whose hand was now leading me. Alex was leading me... to where?

"Jack is awesome." I told him. Awesome. I liked that word. It was American, passionate, awesome and awesome. And Jack liked using it a lot too.

"You're awesome, Alex. And so is this place, and Nora and Jack and that other guy and my boss and... where are we?"

We had stopped moving and someone was pulling my shirt up. I swatted the hand away.

Buy me a drink first, why don't you?

"Stop it, Dee. You need to have a shower. It'll make the hangover go by faster."

I scoffed but vomit came up and I could barely register someone pulling and pushing me around so fast, my head spun. After retching to my heart's content, I felt the cold of tiles through my jean legs and a hand at the back of my head. My hands wanted to move up, to lean on what I could only assume was the toilet rim but they didn't.

Someone pressed a button and I heard a flushing sound.

"This is why I don't let Jack meet my friends."

His voice was getting heavy, like it was coming through the heaviest of fogs before it reached my ears.

My ears. Hah. That was funny. My ears.

I reached up to touch them, check if they were still there perhaps and fell. I have no idea what happened after that.

I could only remember waking up ten hours later, on my bed, the afternoon sun glaring through the curtains. It was probably easy to conclude then, that I had blacked out.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I sniffed my clothes - realized that they were the same ones I'd been wearing from the night before - and after a couple of minutes of head spinning confusion, walked over to the bathroom. It was only until I had reached the kitchen, cleaned and wide awake, when I saw the note taped to the refrigerator. On the counter top right next to the fridge, lay a cell phone. I wasn't sure whether someone had forgotten it there or left it there on purpose.

I didn't own a cell phone.

Looking up at the torn piece of paper, I squinted at the slanted hand and realized that it wasn't Nora's. Which left me one other person. And my eyes widened.