The Truth

Dhalia

I've enjoyed tonight; Keeley is drunk, maybe too drunk, but the guys are happy about it. I've spent most of my time dancing with Keeley.

We should leave soon; she's too far gone right now. Walking to the bar, I ask for a glass of water and hand it to her.

"Are you saying I'm drunk?" She laughs, almost falling off the chair. I see someone catch her and steady her.

"Thanks," I smile at the guy, and he nods.

"Well, it wouldn't look good of me to let your friend fall to the floor before asking if I can buy you a drink, would it?" He smiles and steps around Keeley on the stool until he's between us.

"I'm good, thank you." Smiling, I raise my glass. It's nearly empty, but I don't want him to buy me a drink.

"Is that your last one?" He leans closer and my head shakes.

"Not likely, but I don't need you to pay for my drinks, thank you." I smile and try to look around him to see Keeley.

He leans in, his body getting closer to mine. "Then how about a dance?" His head dips slightly, and I