"Music's up // Listen hot stuff // I'm in love // With this song // So just hush // Baby shut up // Heard enough // Stop talking that // Blah blah blah ..."

Emily was trashed.

In the moment, this party seemed like a pretty good idea. She needed to blow off some steam. The pressure was on her to be perfect. She was apart of the National Team now; all eyes were on her. And she was dealing with all kinds of shit that went along with being apart of the rock, Chloe Kmeko's daughter, and (not-to-mention) her own heartbreak.

She wasn't the girl to let someone in. But for some reason she let her guard down with him and where did that get her; a broken heart and a massive headache.

Lights were flashing, music blaring, and she could barely walk in a straight line.
She wondered how she was going to get home and where the hell she even was.

Sure, at first, she was having fun. Guys were looking at her and she felt like someone special. She had a few beers, which soon turned into shots of vodka, and after that she took whatever was handed her way.

Trying to find a way out of this place she found a familiar face.

"Emily," Razor's smile was momentary as he realized she wasn't exactly herself. "Whoa, Emily." He caught her in his arms as she lost her balance. "What have you gotten yourself into?"

Emily tried to stand up straight and find her own way out of her. She was just as mad at Razor as she was at him. She pushed him away and continued to make her way out of the giant mansion.

Outside the mid-winter air felt nice on her face. She fell to the ground. The soft, cool, grass felt nice against her skin as she sat to recollect her thoughts.

Razor was not far behind her.

"Emily, we need to --" She cut him off.
"Go away, Razor." She didn't look at him. "I don't need you to help me. I'm fine on my own."
Razor smirked, replying with a quick remark, "And I can totally assume that seeing that you're not laying on the ground, totally wasted, and can drive home."

Emily was quiet. She didn't care where she was or who was with her anymore. She lay her head down on the soft grass closing her eyes. Somehow things were better when she couldn't see what was going on -- or maybe it was just that her head wasn't spinning anymore.

She felt a pair of strong arms scooping her up from the ground. She didn't object; she was too out of it to care.

She heard the music blaring again and the warmth of heat against her skin. Soon the music was only a faint whisper as she felt something soft against her back.

Razor pulled the covers over Emily. She could sleep here tonight.

"Damon," Emily faintly whispered. "Damon."

Razor didn't say anything. He only listened.

"I'm sorry," Her eyes were still closed. "I'm really sorry."

Razor was about to go back down to his party when he felt smooth skin touch his hand.

"Stay with me," Emily's words were slurred and almost inaudible. "Please."

"I'll be right back." He softly whispered and kissed the top of her head.