TOUR<Logan Paul>

fourty six

as I came out from the toilet the alcohol started to kick in, and I had no control over it. I felt myself go loopy. I saw a figure I recognised walk up to me.
Emily; Jake!
I put my arms around to to give him a hug.
Jake; you okay?
Emily; do you know where Logan is?
Jake; yeah. Are you drunk?
Emily; who isn't?
Jake; fair point.
Emily; I want logannnnnnnnnnn
Jake; he's over there.
Jake pointed to the corner of the room I was sat at before, I clumsily made my way over there.
Emily; Logggggaaaaannnnn let's danceeee
Logan; you okay em?
Emily; better than everrr
I got closer to Logan and starting dancing on him. I would never to this if I was sober. It wasn't me, it was the alcohol. But I can't say it wasn't fun.
Logan's pov;
As much I enjoyed Emily dancing all over me. I was worried. It was wrong. She had clearly drunk way to much.
Logan;em. Sit down
Emily; but I'm having funnn
She pouted.
She continued to dance around me. I could of taken her right then and there. But again it would be wrong. And it would be better when she was sober. She was clearly way to drunk to be here.!
Logan; em.
She ignored me.
Logan; Emily.
Emily; ugh whattttt
Logan; were going home.
Emily; what whyyyyyyyyyy
Logan; I'm worried about you. Come on.
Emily; what do you think I'm gonna do? Kiss some boy? Oh maybe you think I'm gonna kiss jakeeeeee
She was only saying it too annoy me. I tried not to let it get to me, but the feeling of jealousy filled my body.
Logan; please em.
Surprisingly she gave in, I grabbed he hand we walked outside. I called an Uber, and a few minutes later we were in the car. Her head was on my shoulder and she could barley stay awake. As much as I was annoyed at her, I couldn't be. It was the alcohol, not her. But who gave it her. She was fine before she went to the toilet, but when she got back she was drunk. I calmed myself down on the way home, but I was still bothered as to know who gave her the drinks