Don't own Sarah or James. Own the note.

I return to my room to freshen up a bit, and find a curious site on my bed. It appears to be a letter hastily scribbled. Money is spilled out hastily nearby it and James' bag is missing.

What happened?

I pick up the note calmly and begin to read, not knowing what on Earth to expect.

- Sarah

I'm afraid that something has come up. I must go. I'm sorry.

Yours, James

What? He's gone? But why? How? Where's he even going? I don't understand.

I'm not thinking straight, so I drop the note, a half-baked idea forming in my head, locking the door behind me. I race out of the room, and into the dance hall, heading straight for the refreshments.

I pick up a glass of wine and begin to drink for seemingly no reason. And I gulp it rapidly.

When I'm halfway through my third glass, I realize that tears are streaming down my face. I don't know why as I begin to hastily wipe them away, but they stop and I polish off the glass, trudging out unto the dance floor.

Might as well try and dance my troubles away.

It's worth a try, at least, I suppose.

- Loren ;

Originally, James wasn't supposed to leave, and Sarah was supposed to get accidentally drunk in New York City, but whatever...

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