Loud music blasted from every corner as CJ walked from place to place, phone clutched in her hand tightly.'He's not coming.' she thought, while also deciding whether to call him or not. She was already dialing his number when she received a call, she answered quickly hoping it was him, but to her disappointment it wasn't, it was Rigby.
"Mordecai?!" CJ asked a little to enthusiastically.
"No...It's Rigby." he replied.
"Oh...Sorry about that. Do you know if Mordecai's coming?" she asked quickly.
"Actually I was just calling to tell you that he can't go." Rigby said.
"Oh. Thats too bad, I would have really appreciated it if he came."
"Maybe I could convince him."
"You would do that?!" She said excitedly.
"Sure, Give me a sec..." he said leaving her with a hint of hope.
She waited for what seemed like hours, until he responded.
"He's not changing his mind. I'm sorry. Hope you have a nice party..." Rigby finished and then hung up.
She was disappointed, but she knew he wouldn't come so why bother giving into her feelings, it was her party after all, and she had to push away any feelings of sadness she had left in her at least for today. The night flew by, she drank, danced, flew, it was the most fun she had ever had. unfortunately the next day wasn't the best for her, and it wasn't the huge throbbing she felt when she woke up that morning.
It was her father, she was supposed to be in charge of the place, and she failed terribly."Crap!" she thought, "How could I do this to my own father?" What was with her she never acted like this. Of course though she knew the answer, it was that pity emotion hiding deep in her heart. What an ass of feeling it was. Now that she was conscious she noticed that she wasn't at the club or at her house. She took in her surroundings: Pale yellow walls, dirty floors, horrible stench. She was at a motel.
"What did I do last night?!" she questioned in shock as she saw the figure next to her shift.
