Drivers Force- [C.L]

9) Party

Mention of alcohol
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"So what drinks do you want?" I ask Lance because he has been constantly telling us that he's dying of thirst

"Anything non-alcoholic," he says

"Well that's obvious," George says

"I'll have a soda"

"You mean a Coke or a Fanta," I say

"A soda," he says with slight aggravation

"Lance we aren't in America"

"I'm Canadian"

"I know that but what do you want"

"A SODA!!"

"I'll just get you a coke," I say giving up

"Charles?"

"I'll have a Fanta"

"Lance learn from Charles" Charles grins at Lance

"Anyone wants anything else?" Everyone shakes their heads

"I'll come with you," Carlos says

"I'll be fine"

"You sure?"

"Yes"

"You know what happened last..."

"CARLOS! I'm going to be fine" I say in Spanish after screaming his name.

That moment we both promised we would never speak of again and yet he decides to bring it up again.

Charles did say it would just be 21 of us but it would've been nice if Lewis said it was in a club. I hate clubs. They freak me out. It's just the thought of people getting super drunk and probably throwing up in the corner.

Yes, the drunkness might also bring back some unhappy memories from my childhood but Carlos was always there to help me which fills me with happiness.

I walk a few steps towards the bar.

"What would you like madam?"

"Could I have a Coke, a Fanta and an espresso martini?"

"Yeah sure coming right up"

I stand there waiting for the drinks. The music is so loud I can't even think.

"Hey girl," an unknown voice says. I turn to find a blond man looking at me. I ignore him.

"Hey, I'm talking to you" I ignore him again by turning my head to the other side.

"Don't ignore me you know you want me"

"I'm sorry who said that"

"Your body did"

"I'm sorry but no. Get away from me"

"I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm Jake. What's your name?"

"My name is leave me alone"

"Good one," he says laughing.

"Now tell me what's your real name"

"I'm called fuck off"

"Come on let's dance" Before I say anything he grabs my wrist and pulls me to the dance floor. He grabs my waist and starts moving me to the sound of the music.

"Don't touch me" I say trying to get out of his grasp but he holds me tighter.

"What the fuck is up with people in this world?"I mutter to myself in Spanish