“Don’t leave me. Please…”

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"He was one of my closest friends. Shall I have this dance? For him?" James asks as he puts out his hand.

Pleasantly, I danced with him and it almost felt as if he was trying to sober me back up before someone else asked for a dance. Dance after dance and my feet were getting sore. Many of Archer's friends seemed to somehow have 'taken a

liking to me' as Archer said in a somewhat cautious manner when he pulled me aside but I assured him that they weren't my type. God even knows what my type was. Walking back to the bar, I had another drink, and because I was a "lady" and most importantly, Archer's long-lost little sister, I had to upkeep a decent reputation- wine- no beer for me. Also, I couldn't kick that one guy violently to smash his banana when he tried to slide his hand down the equator.

“I’m not sure if you're trying to get drunk or sober:" A man said to me from the side.

“Is both an option?"

"Only if you're trying to kill yourself." He started with a soft short