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This is the third boy tonight. Ashley was slumped over his shoulder, her body clinging on to the little dignity she had left. Her head was floppy and looked like she was on the verge of passing out into a drunk coma. The boy held onto her with his muscular arms. He had that disturbing smirk on his face which meant he wanted to take things further. And yet again, I had to intervene. I closed my book with a sigh and set it on the counter. I walked towards Ashley. The boy had moved his hands onto her ass and began grabbing her. With every sway they performed, I felt sicker and sicker that this guy was about to take advantage of my very drunk friend.

"Hands off please," I ordered, looking up to the tall boy. His moon like eyes scattered to mine. He over hung my tiny figure buy a long shot, and it felt as though I was just part of his shadow.

"Who are you to tell me what to do shorty?" His Georgian accent thick, and slightly slurred.

"I am Zoe, her designated friend, so please let her go,"

"She wants to have some fun, don't ya princess?" He chuckled, slapping her ass.

"Fun fun fun," she giggled, sloppily throwing her arms in the air. I could tell that she was on the verge of passing out, and this was not the first time.

"Maybe another time," I smiled, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of his grasp. I used a bit of force to tug her my way and nearly tripped over when her body landed into mine.

"Whatever bitch!" He yelled over the banging music.

"My head has drums in it," she mumbled, her whole body weight leaning into my tiny side.

"Give it a good enough hit and you might knock some sense into yourself," I helped her onto the stool that was next to mine. She was drunk. Very drunk. She slumped her head against the wooden counter.

"I see me," she smiled, looking at her reflection on the polished surface. I rolled my eyes at her. I really wish she wouldn't do this to herself. But it is her choice. But I couldn't take it to say no to looking out for her. Because that one time I'm not there, if something happens all I would do is blame myself for saying no. I tried opening my book and re-studying when I felt a presence in front of me.

"That drunk huh?" I looked up and met a pair of stormy honey orbs. They were literally like honey, smooth, and had specks of caramel brown. Her eyes were emotionless and cold, and I couldn't read her. Her blonde hair was out and flowed past her square shoulders. She had soft features but her exterior was hard, causing a beautiful contrast. I couldn't help but notice how attractive she was.

"Second time today,"

"Second time?" She chucked in disbelief. I nodded, "Bad breakup?" She asked, filling up my glass of water.

"Just a party animal,"

"I see," she noted, her expression stayed neutral. Her tone sounded so calm and smooth, the way the words flowed out of her mouth was mesmerising.

"I'm Zoè," I greeted, extending my hand to her.

"Kellina," she shook my hand. It was a hard handshake but her soft hands couldn't be unnoticed. Although she did crush my hand.

"You work here?"

"If I didn't I wouldn't be behind the counter,"

"True," I laughed, trying to break the tension that filled the air. What a stupid question.

"Is a star fish a fish?" Ashley asked, her face worried.

"No it's not," I explained.

"Aww," she whined, putting her forehead on the counter and began sulking, "I want it to be a fish! Now it's going to be left out," she sobbed, resting her head in her hands.

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