[Leanna's POV]
[Better Idea]
Uuuwwaaghhh!!
I rubbed Zoe's back as she vomited nonstop in the toilet bowl while Estela held her hair as to not get in the way with her puking.
I was just glad that we made it on time before she could make a mess of herself in the dance floor.
My eye squinted when the pungent, disgusting smell of vomit filled the toilet. I flushed her vomit as soon as she stopped so that the smell wouldn't linger.
"Are you alright?" I asked Zoe.
"Ahahahaha, yeah. Sorry 'bout that." Zoe hid her embarrassment with a laugh as she wiped her lips with a tissue and gave us an apologetic smile. Her eyes were all red and watery.
"Do you want us to go home, or do you want to continue?" I asked because it was already eleven in the evening.
. . .
. . .
Zoe didn't answer right away. She seemed to be thinking before a wicked smile stretched her lips.
"You know what? I have a much better idea."
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