Chapter 6
Angela couldn't help but feel that Emanuel was disinterested, distracted. She didn't know what his problem could be. She'd done the ditzy drunk girl routine well enough, hadn't she? Maybe it was just that they were making out by the bathrooms, which she had to agree was not the most pleasant place for that activity. She pulled away from him, hand still tangled in his hair.
She frowned and asked in her sweetest voice, "What's wrong?"
Emanuel squinted worriedly. "It's just, uhh," he panted. "H-how out of it are you right now?"
Angela plastered a smile on her face. I can't fucking believe this. "I'm fine," she replied evenly. "Really."
Emanuel's eyes glistened as he gazed at her. He puffed out a breath of relief. "All right. Just don't want us to be doing things you won't remember."
Angela's smile was genuine this time. Finally they were on the same page. She felt a tinge of annoyance as once again the men's room door behind her creaked open then slammed shut.
Emanuel let out a quiet sigh.
Angela drummed her fingers on his chest. "How far is your place?"