The drunken laughing of the men around me begin to slur as I downed my seventh drink. If there was one thing I had learned in my short life, it was that men were asses, and should be ignored

I waved my hand to the bar man to give me another drink.

'No way, sweetheart. You're cut off,' he said. I squinted my eyes to try and read his name tag. It said 'Gordon'. What kinda name is Gordon? Sounds like an intestinal parasite. And yes, I do know what that means! Well, not really, but still!

'Aw, come on, Gordon. I had a rough night,' I whined. He smiled slightly.

'And you'll have a rough morning too. Call your boyfriend, or start walking,' he said. I pulled out my phone, fumbled with it, then called my friend.

'You're an ass, Gordon' I told him. He chuckled slightly.

'So I've been told.'

I flipped him off, then walked outside. My phone started ringing. While it did, I watched a couple walking their dog down the road. This was incredibly sad to me for some unknown reason, and I began crying. Oh, the joys of being drunk. I really should do it less. Pfft, like that would ever happen.

'Hello?' asked my friend, Maisi. She was my neighbor, and took me in when I was in a bad place.

'Maisi,' I sobbed into the phone. 'I'm drunk in some place I can't remember and there's a couple walking a dog and it's making me cry! Fix it Maisi!'

I heard her sigh over the phone. 'Alright. Read the sign at the front of the building and tell me what it says.'

I turned around and squinted at the neon sign.

'The Flamingos Foot. Why the fuck would I go to a rubbish place like that?'

'Just wait there. I call Jacob and we'll be there soon,' said Maisi.

'You better be, or I'll puke over some strangers,' I threatened. Then my drunken mind thought it would be a good idea to smash my phone on the side walk. Oh well. It wouldn't be the first time. Then I sat by on the side walk, crying about something I couldn't remember. I cried for a few minutes, before Gordon came up to me.

'You alright Honey?' he asked.

'No! I'm drunk at some place called the Flamingos Foot, and there was t-the dog walkers, but I can't remember and now the flowers aren't right!' I whined, then pulled the man into a hug. He awkwardly patted my back.

'What's wrong with the flowers?' he asked.

'There aren't any!' I sobbed. We stayed like that for awhile longer, me not letting poor Gordon go, before a car pulled up and Maisi came up to me, blonde hair in a ponytail with her boyfriend in the car.

'Sorry, mate. I had no idea she was even out tonight,' she apologized to Gordon

'it's alright,' he said, before handing me over to Maisi.

'Maisi, there's no flowers!' I whined.

'I know,' she calmed me. I stood back and looked at her. She was going all fuzzy. It was so cool. I wanted to do that!

'Whoa! How are you doing that?!' I questioned excitedly. She gave me a confused look.

'Doing what?' she asked.

'Going all dark and wobbly. Or is that just me?' I asked, before promptly fainting into her arms.