My eyes slowly opened. The sky above was black and dotted with stars. I lay staring at them, it was peaceful, not a sound disrupted my thoughts. I was lay on a bench in the local park, I must have fallen asleep there earlier on. My coat acting as a pillow, supporting my head that felt heavy and began to thump. The alcohol was still in my system, I was still drunk. The sleep had not benefited me in the slightest. I sat up and climbed down off the bench. I pulled my skirt down as I walked across the grass, my heels sinking in the grass with every step. I put my coat on and pulled it hard around my body, stopping the cold from getting in.
I sighed. It was time to face the streets of Manchester for another night of work.
A single tear fell down my face, I quickly wiped it away.
Amanda Fenshaw wasn't one to cry.
I sat at in the corner of the overcrowded club. The music was deafening, I could hardly hear myself think. This wasn't my sort of scene; I'd rather be sat at home. Except I'm not, I'm here in Manchester. My friends had dragged me away from my studying to bring me out for my 21st birthday, for a 'big lad's night out'. Daniel approached me with yet another pint.
"Get this down your neck" He said placing it down on the table. I gave him a feebly smile. I took a mouthful of the drink. I'd already had way too much to drink. I dreaded to think about my liver. The rest of my friends joined us moments later, Luke, Brain and Rob. They all sat down with their drinks in their hand. Brain placed a shot of vodka down in front of me, Luke place a Woo Woo down.
"A cocktail?! Cocktails are for girls" Exclaimed Daniel, "Nevertheless, get it down you"
What were they trying to do? Kill me?
I picked up the vodka up, that was down in one. Now the Woo Woo, I picked that up and that too was down in one. My stomach turned. Great, now I felt sick.
"I need some air guys" I stood up and made my way pass them, "I'll be back in a minute" I made my way through the busy club, bouncing off strangers as I did so, constantly saying sorry to everyone I bumped into. I finally made it to the door and stepped outside. The fresh air hit me, I felt worst. I used the wall as a support as I held myself, refraining myself from being sick.
I took a deep breath. I've always been Andrew Treneman, the one who can't handle his drink.