Emily's POV
Once again Nathan and I were left alone, him on my back in a protective position that made me feel comfortable to move my body as I pleased, without worrying about the people around me. So as the minutes passed and the music played, I began to feel more attracted to the syringes full of alcohol that passed by us and the brown drinks that paraded on silver trays.
Between one set change to the next, my blood was starting to accumulate more alcohol than red blood cells without even being aware of it so the boundaries of behavior are slowly starting to blur for me.
"Like a vat already?" I hear an alcoholic Nathan ask from behind me, his head tilted to the side of mine bringing his lips close to my face.
