Here it is! My brother's birthday was yesterday so… well…you know why I couldn't update!

Song of the day: I Hate This Part- Pussycat Dolls

On with the show!

Getting to the club was easy. We simply got into the van (courtesy of Iggy) and drove off to the darn place.

It was getting out that was so hard. Between all the lace, spiky heels, and buttons, I was about ready to puke.

We eventually got out single file, and then were able to group together again. Gazzy and Emily went in first; flashing their fake ID's to the bouncer along the way. Then went Iggy and Nudge, leafing Fang and I alone.

I continued to sit on the hood of the car, catching my breath. As soon as we'd made it out of that metal prison, I'd fallen right on Gazzy, who cracked his head on the asphalt below. After hauling me onto the hood, Gazzy had wound his arm around Emily's waist, glared at me a final time, and then stomped off.

Now I sat with my head between my knees, wheezing like some old man.

"Max? You okay? We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Fang's soft voice woke up all of my senses and my wheezing stopped immediately.

I sat up straight and slowly slid off of the warm hood. "No. this is your night. Let's go have fun," I practically ordered before stomping off.

Okay. I tip-toed off. But I did it with a purpose!

After fishing out our driver's licenses (Fang's was fake for now) we headed through the double doors and immediately maneuvered over to the bar.

"Twelve shots of Tequila please!" Iggy screamed to the bartender.

I opened my mouth to protest, but everyone gave me a look. Even Fang took my hand and murmured, "Shut up," in my ear.

I shivered before taking a seat next to Emily.

This wasn't going to end well.

Fang POV

Max stumbled over to a seat and huffed before plopping down. Even though her lipstick was smudged slightly, she looked gorgeous. Her dress fanned out over the chair, making her into a duchess.

And you're the poor farm boy.

I quickly shook my head and pulled a chair around, making our group transform into a circle of chairs.

"And welcome to the alcoholic's group therapy meeting! Max? Would you like to go first?" Gazzy asked in a voice that sounded strangely like George Bush's.

With a slight giggle, Max grabbed a shot glass off the counter and downedit before continuing, "Hi! I'm Max Ride and I'm an alcoholic,"

I smirked at the sound of her, now, hoarse voice.

"Hi Max," we all replied in unison.

"Okay. Emily?" Gazzy asked, now sounding like Angelina Jolie.

Giggling loudly, Emily grabbed the small glass. It took her a moment to drink it because her hand shook along with her giggles.

"My name's Emilay Summers and I are an active alcoholic." she added a slight cheer to the end.

This game continued on until everyone had downed their two shots.

I didn't even have a buzz going on and Nudge was swaying wildly in her chair. Even Emily hadn't stopped chortling for the past five minutes. Gazzy kept smirking and shaking his head at her.

"Bartender? Another twelve shots please!" Max shouted over the booming music, her voice slightly slurred.

She was mostly sober, only slurring a little bit every once in a while.

Iggy was rubbing Nudge's thigh and talking about food. Apparently, when that man gets drunk, he gets fixated on food. He was talking about breakfast when he downed his third round.

Max POV

Fang had just chugged his fourth shot, and burst into a round of laughter as Emily fell out of her chair…again.

"Hey guys! We're gonna split. His house is only a few miles away, so we'll fly home," Iggy screamed before hauling Nudge out of the chair.

Iggy's hands had been traveling up her thigh over the past shots and she was practically panting like a dog. I didn't have to be a genius to know what that meant.

"OOOHHH! Nudge! You dirty guuurl!" Emily slurred, slapping her on the shoulder.

Nudge turned red as we all laughed loudly at Emily's bluntness.

"Use protection!" Gazzy called after the eager couple, turning before he saw the finger Iggy gave him.

"Okay g-guys! Hoteeeel time!" I yelled, my slurring way too obvious.

We all grabbed our purses and jackets before stumbling out the brightly lit exit. Gazzy was whispering something in Emily's ear that was making her grin like a lunatic.

Fang smiled a lot when drunk. Even right now, a small half-smile braced his handsome face.

"I love it when you smile," I blurted out, turning five shades of red by the end of my confession.

Fang simply turned to look at me, a warm, full smile playing on his features.

I just about melted into a puddle of goo right then and there.

"Want a piggy back ride?"

I quickly nodded at Fang, afraid to speak.

I tugged off my heels and jumped into his waiting arms, squealing when he jumped.

Emily did the same to Gazzy, and we soon arrived to Jeff's Lazy Day Motel.

We checked in and soon enough, Emily and I were jumping up and down in the small elevator, our giggles escalating with each wiggle.

Gazzy and Fang merely chuckled.

Once on the third floor, I handed Fang his card and kissed him sweetly before turning around and walking off, adding a little swing to my hips as I went.

I opened the door swiftly and collapsed on our bed, my face buried deep within the lavender scented covers.

"I'm soooo glad we got a room together!" Emily squealed, taking off her boots quickly and chucking them at one of the walls.

"Me too," I muttered, my voice muffled greatly through the fluffy pillow.

Emily giggled again before pulling back the covers to her bed and wiggling inside.

We had two beds in our room, one bathroom, and a television. I'd bought the cheapest two bedrooms possible, since I only had Iggy's credit card.

I was pulling off my stockings when the first wave of nausea came.

I made a bee-line for the bathroom and immediate puked up all of the alcohol I'd consumed all night.

Ugh. Puke!

Fang POV

Gazzy was snoring beside me in the other twin bed. I'd just puked up all of the alcohol I'd consumed, and was now laying on top of the covers, my shirt discarded to the floor.

I could hear Max in the other room, her retching making me wince. She was doing the same thing I'd done only moments ago, only her's was lasting much longer.

I huffed and hauled myself up from the bed. I snuck over to the door and yanked it open silently, not wanting to disturb Gazzy.

I crept over to Max's door and knocked on it slowly.

I was shocked to see Emily yank open the door, her face annoyed.

She looked past me, shrugged, and then slowly closed the door back up.

That was all the time I needed as I slipped past Emily and into the small room.

Invisibility sure comes in handy sometimes.

Silent as a shadow, I walked over to the bathroom, slipped in, and shut the door behind me.

There was Max, kneeling in front of the toilet, her head resting against the side.

I released the invisibility blocking my presence and kneeled next to her, laying my head on the opposite of the cool porcelain so I could look at her.

Through half lidded eyes, Max smiled.

It was that smile that caused me to freeze. What was I doing? Max had no idea what had happened to me and she still trusted me undoubtedly.

I sighed and quickly lifted me head from the white surface. "Max? There's something I need to tell you,"

I know! I'm evil! But my fingers are numb and I need chocolate, so this is the end of chapter 11.

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