I sag in relief as Zara comes into my line of vision and nudge my brother, "Hey look, there goes Zara so you can stop trying to write an apology text and tell it to her face."
He shoves his phone into his pants pocket and trys to act casual.
"Zara where have you been? We've been looking for you for the past 6 minutes and that's 6 minutes that I have wasted on not getting drunk." I counter
Zara steps forward and stumbles down to her knees.
"Well look at that," I retort, gesturing down at what I think is a tipsy Zara, "This is what happenes when we let Little Miss Zara out of our site." She looks up at me with a crooked smile and flips me off.
"I'm not drunk you dumbass, I'm just a dazed from running in these killer heels," she says getting up and dusting off her dress.
I give her a pointed look and reply, "Oh yeah, But you're calling me a dumbass? The one who didn't run off and didn't tell her friends where she went or did god knows what with this random guy. Yeah that's right I saw the little fucker. What was his name again?"
By this time I'm pumped and ready to pound on her because I could have lost her and her mom would have killed me, like literally, execution style. But this isn't how I would have normally handled a situation like this. I would have casually told her off at the back of a bar, I'm pretty sure the 3 margaritas I had earlier are starting to do their job.
Zara just laughs and move to take a seat at our table, Ned's face goes crimson.
"Y'all wouldn't guess who I just ran into," she says shaking her head. I feel the change in subject but I'm curious so I ask, "Who d'ja run into Zara,"
I should have perpared myself for what she was about to say, because it shouldn't be possible.
"Well y'all remember my ex right, Daniel?" she inquires. I nod my head slowly lost in this questioning fog. "So I was making out with this dude , *no questions we don't have time guys*, and I hear the back door to the club open and guess who I see, *don't worry I'll answer*, that son of a bitch Daniel." she finishes. I shake my head because this can't be possible.
So I question, "Zara are you sure that the person you saw was Daniel?"
She nods her head yes and I start to feel a little woozy.
"Guys I'm just going to head to the bathroom for a bit, order me another 3 margaritas would ya,"
I stand up and make my way to the bathroom, at least I think I'm supposed to take a left to the girls bathroom. A fog surrounds my head and caribbean music plus the bright spotlights of the club aren't making me feel any better. I stumble a little and eventually fall to my knees. I hear people yelling to call for help or something.
One last thought occurs to me as I finally pass out:
I don't need help I just need proof because the last time I saw Daniel or even heard of him was on the news when his parents proclaimed him dead.