Alison stared daggers at the large figure at the table in front of her. As the hours passed, her drink started losing its flavor. After the fifth glass, she couldn't tell wether she was pouring liquid courage or soda in her glass.
Her face started to feel numb, the nerves in her face starting to tingle, mixing with her anger and frustration. A fuzzy figure walked up slowly toward her, cocking their head as to make sure they had the right person.
"Alison?" Kevin asked slowly, amazed as to the face he found hiding under that scowl.
She breathed out loudly, trying to focus her eyes on the face ahead.
"Alison, let me take you home," he brushed his hand to her back and started to push her forward.
She moved, swatting his hand away, "I'm not going anywhere!"
The table jumped at her sudden outburst, the tiny girl usually holding so much grace and poise.
Kevin stared into her deep brown orbs, trying to find his friend. She was hidden behind a haze of distraction, but she was still in there somewhere.
"Alison, this isn't you. Why are you acting like this? You don't drink!"
She looked to her feet, knowing they had an audience. A sudden burst of energy, a pulse of rage spit through her as she threw her cup down and marched over to the girl at the table.
"He's right! This isn't me! This is what you made me," a tear started to trickle down her tan face as she bit back a scream.
The girl with the curls stood up, eye to eye with the one looking down on her.
"I did this? I did nothing!"
The tan girl shook her head, her palms starting to sweat, her face turning a deep red.
Alison breathed out a wavy breath before speaking, "I was fine before you came here. I was better without you."
Heather could feel her throat start to ache. Like her heart was exploding from pain, and the shrapnel was eating at her throat.
She grabbed her things off the table and nodded, smiling a fake grin, "Well, you don't have to be anything with me now."
The tan girl watched as her skinny figure walked out of the room, and out the door.
Alison noticed there was no slam though. No anger in her exit. She grabbed her things, said her words, and left.
She left.
She was gone.
