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Chapter 2: Drinking Buddies

First Person POV- Dawn

"It's your first night in New York and this is the way to spend it." I explained to Alyson as we entered a bar. "I would take ya to some fun clubs but you don't look like the clubby type. am I right?" she nodded and I laughed. "So where are you from anyway?"

"North Carolina." she answered with a smile.

"That's cool. Now, since you do not live within the tri-state area I hope you know that I will probably bombard you with questions, stereotypes and such." I smile. "And so ya can get even with me for that, you can ask me questions and harass me with stereotypes for New Jersey and New York because I have lived in both places."

"You lived in New Jersey?"

"Yes, yes, I may love New York but I'll always be a Jersey girl at heart."

"That's nice."

Music was blasting from a beat up karaoke machine and we both winced ever time a new singer started. The same awful singer kept getting up over and over again to sing horrible, outdated songs. After a while, people booed him off the stage and kept him off for the rest of the night.

"A little harsh?" Alyson looked at the now depressed man.

I shrugged. "That's New York." There was a little awkward silence and I was determined to break it. "So, what else do you do, besides take pictures I mean?" I ordered us each a drink. I had made sure not to tell her that I was only eighteen.

"Well… I write, play the piano and violin, dance, and act." She looked at me like she was sending a silent prayer that I wouldn't think differently of her for doing so many things.

"Really? I like to write also. Ever try Fanfiction?" I took a sip of my beer.

"Are you kidding me? I love Fanfiction!"

"Let me guess…"

"…Batman fics" We said in unison. We both laughed.

"I think you're pretty alright, Dawn." She smiled.

First Perosn POV- Alyson Little

"I think I like you, Dawn." I smiled at this bubbly girl beside me. "I dare you to get up there and sing." I challenge throwing my head toward the stage. She shakes her head like I was crazy.

"You hear how bad the crowd is being. I mean some of those people could sing but they were still booed off." I rolled my eyes at my tour guide; I was still debating whether or not to prevent her from drinking anymore, I had snuck a look at her Id; she was only eighteen.

"They can't be that mean. You can sing right?" I asked. She looked like she could. She mumbled something about 'back-up' and shrugged.

"Look you can go up and make a fool of yourself but being from North Carolina let me clue you in; here in the Big Apple, they are that mean." she said it with an edge to her voice.

"Fine," I said taking her counter challenge. "Challenge accepted." I stood up and fluffed my hair, I may be a simple girl from North Carolina but I never backed down from a challenge, especially not a singing one. Maybe I should have told her about last year's talent show...

I decided against telling her and stood up on the stage. A few drunk people snorted when they saw me. I rolled my eyes and looked over at the songs I could do. I found the perfect song and chose it. The lyrics to 'Hello' by Evanesense filled the screen and the words left my throat. I heard my own voice fill the bar, though the drunk chatter was loud, the microphone made it so everyone could hear me. The song was over before I knew it and a few people even clapped. I smiled brightly at this and headed back to the table.

"How did I do?" I asked Dawn who was staring at me.

"You didn't tell me you could sing." She accused.

I blushed a little because I noticed a few eyes on me. "Well, I've won a few talent shows…"

"Good enough for me! Up for another drink? I'll buy." She offered. I should have declined, but after performing, I needed something to so I could ignore the attention that was on me.

First Person POV- Dawn

We were ass drunk, and I mean falling over in our seats I-can't-tell-if-that-man-hitting-on-me-is-a-rapist drunk. We somehow stumbled our way back to my apartment (because I refused to let her walk the streets of NYC alone in this condition) to work on some idea that we had had while we were still somber. How either of us could remotely remember it was beyond me. I let Alyson take over my computer first by assaulting Microsoft Word with made up spellings of nonsensical words that we made up as we went along.

"Put Jonathan Crane in the story!" I shouted behind her with slurred words. If it weren't for the dizzying amounts of alcohol in my blood, I would have been jumping up and down with excitement.

"Ok, ok!" She slurred. Her fingers typed slowly, too slowly for my tastes so I pushed her out of the chair.

"Let me do it!" She growled at me but let me have my fun.

"Add the Mad Hatter!" She suddenly sounded excited.

"Ok!" I smiled and tried to remember how to spell 'would'. "How do you spell 'would'?" I asked her.

"Um…" Now, mind you that neither of us was in the right mind to spell anything. "W-O-O-D?"

"Uh, ok!" We hastily slapped together the worst Fanfiction on the face of the planet. It could have just been my drunken state, but I had to fight the urge to kiss my written masterpiece so I wouldn't get lipstick on my computer screen.

"Would you like to do the honors?" I asked her to publish it. The mouse hovered over the publish button and as soon as she clicked it, the room was filled with a bright, blinding, flash.

And I was positive that it wasn't the alcohol making me imagine things.

Edited as of 8/26/13