For those of you that were confused at the ending of the last chapter, yes, the reason why it seems like you're missing parts because its Emily's distorted remembrance of that night. It's almost as if you were watching a movie and as you watch it, the screen fades out to black then fades back in, missing whatever during the blackout. Fades out then in. Out and in. The pieces will slowly come together, don't worry.

*Gives an awkward smile as I slowly back up while the readers eagerly read this chapter*

CHAPTER #9: Waitwaitwait…

Italics means thoughts, emphasized word or action. Bolded is a flashback. (….) is an indication that time has passed.

Emily starts to stir out of her sleep from last night in the Monday morning. Slowly opening and closing her eyes, when she finally opens them, she immediately shuts them again because they begin to burn. She grimaces as she gets a 'good morning' greeting by an intense thumping sensation throughout her skull, as if her brain is trying to break out. She coughs a few times which makes the headache feel even worse. Oh my god. She groans as she props herself on her elbows. I NEED WATER. Emily thinks to herself as the cough itched her throat.

"What the hell?" Emily mutters with barely a voice. She looks down at herself to see she's only wearing an over-sized sweater and boy shorts.

What the hell happened last night?

Getting out of the bed, she squints as she looks around the room. Scanning around her she stops at her night stand. She sees a container of Aspirin and a bottled water. Wondering how it got there, Emily assumes that she left it out for herself from earlier and just doesn't remember. She weakly reaches over, shakes out two white pills, throws it in her mouth and downs the bottle water until there is no liquid left inside.

"Hahahahahaha"

"Wrong move!" laughs Emily's stomach.

Sitting extremely still on her bed, Emily closes her eyes and slowly breathes through her nose.

Her eyes shoot open and she instantly gets up, sprinting to her bathroom with her hands covering her mouth tightly. She lifts up the toilet seat and hurls out the water, the pills, and whatever left she had in her stomach. She tightly grips the toilet as she uses all her energy to throw everything up and out.

Oh God!

..

Her fast heartbeat throbs with a heavy pressure sensation on her chest, pins and needles, crawling sensation on her skin as Emily continues to hug the toilet. Emily has had her share of Alcohol in the past with hardly a consequence but this particular hangover is causing Emily to swear off alcohol in its entirety. Feeling like she's done with the heaving, Emily's body trembles as she slowly takes off her sweater and underwear, trying not to trigger another episode. She crawls over to her shower and feebly turns the knob to hot. She sulks as she closes her burning eyes, body still shaking with her migraine becoming even more intense. When the water turns from cold to hot, she inches into her shower, laying in a fetal position; allowing the hot water to hit her aching shaky skin.

…..

Laying in the shower for an undocumented amount of time, Emily gains 1% more strength than before. She turns off the water, grabs a towel and crawls on all fours back into her bed. Approaching her bed, Emily comes across different articles of all over her floor. Socks…shirt…bra…pants.

What…? Emily's room is always exceptionally clean so seeing things thrown all over the place instantly tells her that something's up. Emily tries to remember her last moments last night but, due to the horrendous headache, she doesn't want to use her brain for anything.

Finally getting to her bed, Emily wraps her naked body underneath her sheets, having absolutely zero energy to do anything but die. With her eyes burning, body shaking, head throbbing, and, at any given moment, she could throw up, hot tears start to form.

I'm never touching alcohol ever again.

As Emily rethinks her life choices, she hears her phone buzzing on the floor beside her. She slowly brings her arm out of the sheets as she leans her body towards the floor to pick up the phone. She squints at the caller ID.

"Hello?" Her raspy voice nonexistent.

"Whoa. You sound like shit." Jacks observes the brunette's voice.

"I feel like shit." Emily groans as she ducks her head inside her sheets.

"I thought you would, sooo I'm on my way to baby you. I saw how hard you went last night and knew you were gonna feel it in the morning so I got you some things to help you."

"No, no." Emily woozily disapproves. "You don't have to do that."

"Too late, already on my way."

"I won't be able to answer the door anyways. I'm stuck over here in bed and can't get out."

"Well, how am I supposed to nurture you back to health if I'm locked out?

…..

"Riverloft Apartments. This is Jacob, how can I help you?"

"Hey, Jacob this is Emily," Emily groans as she rubbed her temples, making her way out of bed.

"Oh, hey, Emily! Are-Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I need a request from you really quick."

As Emily slinks down to the carpet floor, her hand pinched by a sharp object. She winces as she looks down to see what she landed on.

A ring?

She looks at the fashion ring that she knows doesn't belong to her.

"Sure, what do you need?"

"Uhmmm…" Still distracted by the jewelry, "There is going to be a guy who is going to walk through the lobby. About 6'1, tanned, kind of muscular, tattoos, black hair" Emily tries her best to describe Jack as it becomes painful to even talk.

"Basically look out for a guy who looks like he could be in a punk rock band?"

"Kind of, yeah. If you see him, can you let him up to my apartment, please?"

"Sure thing. Are you sure everything is alright? You sound like you're in pain." Jacob asks genuinely concerned about Emily's well-being.

"No, yeah I'm OK, Jacob. Thanks"

"Alright. Is that everything?"

"Yes, thank you."

"OK, see you later."

…..

Emily, now in a small top and shirts, lays huddled on her dark blue/grey Microfiber sectional couch in her living room, waiting for Jack to arrive. The light shining in from her large window, causes Emily to grab a couch pillow and cover her face with it. Still aching and shivering, Emily feels like she's on her death bed.

Ok. Think, Last night. Went to the bar, had a few drinks, got home. Emily remembers the basics. How did I even get home? Emily begins to concentrate as some muddled events slowly start to replay in her mind.

"Come on, Emily." A female voice calls on her as she pulls her arm.

xxxx

"Where are your keys, Em?"

"Right heeeeeree!" she leans back against the brick wall as she jiggles the keys in front of her.

xxxx

"Noooo, I'm going to my room."

Emily squints at the ring in her hand. Ok…I was taken home…By somebody who left their ring. Emily starts to process. I was brought home, tired, threw off my clothes…and had a ring…? Home, clothes, ring…that isn't mines…

A loud knock on her door interrupts her brainstorming session.

"It's open!" Emily musters up all her remaining strength to call out.

Jack enters the apartment with a two bags in his hands.

"Aww. My little buddy is experiencing her first extreme hangover," He lightly coos, not trying to be loud to Emily's sensitive's ears.

"Please, don't taunt me. I took me everything in my body to even get down here." Emily's voice muffles under the pillow on her face.

He takes a seat next to the dying brunette as he rummages through his bag, "Alright, you're probably super dehydrated so I got you some coconut water, not only to satisfy your thirst but packs potassium which you need." He holds up the two bottles even though Emily can't see them. "Crackers. The good kind from Keebler Club. When you've been drinking too much, your liver is busy metabolizing the alcohol and can't handle the extra work, so your blood sugar levels stay down. Carbs can help bring your blood sugar levels back up." He explains as he puts the box down beside him. "Some ibuprofen for the headache, fruit for energy aaaaand I cooked you up my world's famous bitchin' hangover soup; Guaranteed to soothe your troubles." Jack takes out a covered container of soup. "Nice place by the way, it's very open and roomy."

"Thank you, Jack but I won't be able to keep any of that down."

"You've been throwing up?"

"Mhmm." Emily whimpers still behind the pillow.

Jack rubs Emily's leg, "it's okay. Uncle Jack is going to take care of you," He says in a baby voice.

…..

Leaning against the arm rest of her couch, Emily slowly nibbles on some crackers, "What happened last night because I'm trying to fit pieces together but I can't." She lightly whispers, gradually regaining her voice but still sounding hoarse.

"Well," Jack takes a bite of his sandwich, "You got fucked up. Like really fucked up. I blame that all on Ryan because he should have known that you were hitting your limit but he kept serving you." Jack disapprovingly shakes his head, "That surgery must have done something to his brain because that's rule number 1."

"Alright, what can I start you ladies off with to drink," Ryan asks as he takes his pen and pad out.

"Ryan was serving us…" Emily mumbles to herself, remembering a little piece of last night.

"You were mixing drinks, taking shots, just partying up like the little college girl you are."

Emily cringes at her excessiveness, "I'm never drinking ever again."

"Said every person who's ever had a nasty hangover." Jack laughs as he takes another bite of his sandwich.

"I'm serious," Emily looks down at her crackers, "I'm never touching alcohol again."

"You're a bartender so technically…you're going to be touching a lot of alcohol. Look at this as a positive experience. Now that you know what a hangover feels like, you'll be able to advise others of what not to do."

"My body feels like I'm being dragged to hell. I can hardly open my eyes, I feel like I could throw up at any second, and I can't stop shaking. It feels like I got hit by a truck." Emily hugs herself.

Emily hit the side of the front of her car, leaning over the hood. "Shit" she hisses out, grasping her side.

"The shakiness means that you've had more alcohol than your body can handle. Again, fucking Ryan. It's caused by a reduced level of electrolytes in blood, which are required for cell activity. Without them, the body is unsteady so it's like your body is in a mild form of shock from the exposure to the alcohol."

Emily focuses as she tries to remember more from last night. Ring…Why do I have this ring? …Where have I seen this ring before?

Emily uses all her energy to sit up on the edge of her bed as her other shoe is being taken off. The caretaker bends down to pair the shoes together by the side of my bed when she reaches for her hand.

xxxxx

She look down. "I know-I know we only meet this month," Emily slowly begin playing with her fingers. "But…I know who you are." she looks up to her as she tries to gaze steadily into her blue eyes, "and I like it."

Emily's gasps to herself as she widens her bloodshot eyes, immediately looking at the ring she kept. Nonono…

"Did…Did I leave with a blonde?" Emily chokes out.

Jack hums in agreement as he takes a bite of his sandwich.

NONONONO, JESUS!

Feeling the magical sensation of nausea, Emily tries to hold back the feeling of fainting.

He continues in between chews, "Yeeep. Last thing I said to you was, 'you two kids-"

"…be safe." Emily mumbles along with Jack as she painfully remembers those last words.

Jack glances over at Emily, oblivious to her sudden mid-life crisis. "Lucky she was there to take you home because we would had to call a taxi which I wouldn't be 100% trusting letting a stranger take you back here."

Emily's body waves on top of the blonde as she begins kissing her. But instead of kissing her lips, she places them across her jawline, down her neck, paying particular attention to her collarbone and the nape of her neck. "You're so soft…" Emily hums as she caresses Alison's bare side. She continues to work down the beautifully sculpted body underneath her as she trails kisses down her chest, working over her breasts, down her stomach, moving her way down to her hips.

"Mmmm…" Alison's throat vibrates as her entangled her fingers slowly start leaving Emily's hair as she goes down on her. Emily stops at her hips, gazing the light blue lace hipsters in her way. She lightly traces her finger across the top, teasing the squirming girl underneath her. She smiles to herself as she traces the outline of the lace, "Do you want it?"

"Mhmmm." With her eyes closed, the blonde bites her lip as eagerly she nods her head.

"Use your words, baby." Emily purrs as he slowly crawls her fingers inside the panties.

"Yes, I want it." Alison breathes out.

"Look at me."

Alison opens her eyes as she looks at the hungry brunette, waiting.

"What do you want?" her voice growls, eyes narrowed like she's ready to pounce on her prey.

"I want you inside me…." Alison pouts as she whimpered, looking directly into Emily's eyes.

Emily looks at her for a moment before she leans herself down, kissing, licking and even nibbling on various parts of Alison's lower body; keeping her guessing. In an instant, Emily is above Alison so they are eye to eye. Alison's pleading blue eyes meeting Emily's ravenous brown eyes. Alison takes both of her hands and places them on the sides of Emily's face. Emily grabs Alison's right hand with her left and forcibly pushes it onto the bed as she strokes her middle finger outside of her.

Alison mouth parts, begging as she continues to gaze into Emily's eyes. Emily bows down and kisses her, her tongue grazes the roof of Alison's mouth as Emily slides her finger inside, causing Alison to gasp and arch her back. Emily intently looks at the blonde as she slowly drags out of her and trails up to brush her fingertip against Alison's sensitive clit. She pushes her finger back in, stroking inside of her to find her sweet spot. Emily kiss her again, pushing her tongue inside's Alison mouth to taste her while gradually pumping in and out, gaining a rhythmic motion. Alison softly moans into Emily mouth as her breathing gets heavier and heavier. Emily takes this opportunity to slip in another finger.

"Is this okay for you, gorgeous?" Emily whispers to Alison as she kisses her jaw.

"Yes." She huffs out as if she was holding her breath. "Yes, right there, right there..." Her whining tone fills the room. "Fu…ck! Emily, baby…"

"Who-Who took me? Who took me home?" The words rushing out of Emily's mouth.

"That little blonde babe." Jack nods as leans back into the couch.

"J-Jack, I don't have time for your riddles. It's making me very nauseous and the last thing I want to do is throw up on my couch because I can't make it to my bathroom upstairs." Emily anxiously alerts Jack.

"Oh shit, let me get you the trash can." Jacks jumps up and power walks towards Emily's kitchen.

"Jack…tell me everything you saw until after I left."

"Well let's see…" Jack makes his way back with a cylinder silver can.

Emily leans against a wall, attempting to tie her shoes as Alison approaches Amy.

"It's time for us to go home, it's soon to be 1:30am. We can't stay here any longer." Amy instructs Alison as her eyes are fixated on Emily.

"Alright," Alison murmurs as fixes her hair, "Just give me three minutes, I have to use the bathroom."

"You want to use the bathroom here?" Amy turns to Alison with a disgusted face.

"Trustme, I don't like public bathrooms but I can't hold it. All those drinks are pushing against my bladder," Alison complains while holding her stomach. Even though the girls had a good amount of drinks, everyone's at different levels.

Amy is a little bit past buzzed.

Alison is slightly tipsy.

And Emily…

Emily is sloppy and sad.

Alison is off to the restroom as Emily is off to walk down the stairs. Amy jogs to Emily and grabs her arm, "No. No. We have to wait." She directs Emily as if she was a little kid. She walks Emily to the edge of the bar and places her by a stool. "We have to wait for a second, ok?" She nods at Emily as her warm voice soothes Emily's ears. Emily looks at her with heavy glazed eyes and she nods her head in agreement.

..

Waiting for about five minutes, Emily begins to become restless. Amy walks towards Emily.

"How are you gonna get home, Em?" Jack asks as he wipes down the bar counter. "If you need it, I'll call you a cab."

"Nooo. It's ok." Emily sees the blonde approaching her, "She's gonna take me home, Jack. Don't worry about me." Emily lean against a bar stool as she swivels around like a five year old.

"Come on, Emily." Amy softly calls on the brunette as she lightly pulls her arm in her direction. "We gotta get you home."

"Okaay." Emily gets up from the chair, "Byeeeee, Jack Dawson!" she wave to her coworker as she stumbles trying to catch up to Amy.

"Bye!" Jack waves back to the girls, "You two kids be safe now!" He winks.

"She's so sexy, that was girl was." Jack looks down grinning as he shakes his head, "Looking like Amber Heard. God!" He sucks in his bottom lip.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait" The words falling out of Emily's dry mouth as she feels like the world is spinning too fast.

"You need the can?" Jack leans over, grabs the trash can and hands it to Emily.

"Nononononnononono. Waitwaitwaitwait." Emily shakes. "I left with Alison. I know I left with Alison."

"Nooo, you left with Amy."

"Jack, I left with Alison."

"No you didn't, Em. You left with Amy. Alison was in the bathroom when you guys left. She asked me if I have seen you guys and I told her that Amy took you home."

Jack's words turn into echoes as Emily begins to get lightheaded. NonononoNONONONO. Emily tremors turn into full blown shakes as she closes her eyes. God, please. Let that be a dream.

"I-I-Is Is Is there a way that-that you can confuse a d-dream for reality?" Emily trips over her words as her heartbeat quickens.

"For you? I mean it's possible. When you're wasted you would think something, a conversation or action happened when it didn't. You can also misread your drunken memories. Like for example, you swear you saw someone or you swear you had a certain convo but in actuality it was misconstrued by a fantasy or..."

As Jack continues to talk, Emily's memory flashes as she remembers the clothes on the floor, the medication and water by her bed and…

The ring in her hand.

Still laying down, the world stops. As everything moves in complete slow motion, Emily becomes extremely dizzy, unable to focus. She feels like, as Jack's talking, her heart is pounding so hard that it's going to rip through her skin.

"HELL NO. All aboard the Nopetrain on the way to Fuckthatville!" says Emily's soul as it leaves her body.

Her breathing pattern becomes panicky as she clutches onto her chest.

I…I….I fucked Amy?!

A tingly feeling spreads over her whole body, having a sense of unreality, as if she's watching herself from a distance. With this sudden change of emotion to add on top of her hangover, Emily starts thinking of ways of a quick death.

"Heyheyhey! Are you ok?!" Jack jumps towards Emily as she looks like she's having a panic attack.

"Can-can you givemethebucketplease?" barely understandable, Emily shakily mumbles.

WHAT? ANO! WAS! O QUÊ! QUOI! QUÉ! COSA! AND ALL THE LANGUAGES FOR WHAT THE HELL?!

Looks like someone was betrayed by a drunk girl's recollections.

You know, the horrible Ms. Marlene King once said, "Flashbacks and recollections can be slightly altered by the emotion of the person who's telling it," (Be sure to think about that as you watch the show.)

But...I'll give you this moment to scream...

Sidenote: Reading smut is one of the best things in a story, don't you agree? Especially, if there has been buildup over a course of time, it's like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

However, writing smut is a whole 'nother ball game. Shout out to the writers who can just pull those out of thin air because *Wipes sweat* Whew! That was my first time writing that.

There is a lot of thinking you have to do to be able to bring it to writing terms because you have to be able to imagine it and write it down in a way that others can imagine it as well. Plus, there are a couple words I just hate saying so I have to be very creative haha. With that being said, I was finally in my groove. I found a rhythm and I was just going with it like, "Oh man, this is gonna be good."

No lie, at that exact moment, the storm outside caused for lighting to knock out my power. I SAT THERE IN THE COMPLETE DARKNESS OF MY ROOM, WITH MY MOUTH HANGING, FOR A GOOD TWO MINUTES.

I believe God sent me a bolt of lightning and was like, "Chill with all of that."

Let's take the time to thank Word for AutoSaving my work because I was NOT about to start over.

But…I think at this point of the story, with the information you guys just got, you could care less….

*Nervously wrings hands* "Good luck on your finals if you're taking them!"