So I've been doing a good job of makin' 'em think.

I'm quite alright, better hope I don't blink.You see it's easy when I'm stomping on a beat.But no one sees me when I crawl back underneath. Fake Happy, Paramore

I shot up in bed, drenched in sweat and smelling of booze. My dress was sticking to me and pulled it up to my thighs to get some air. My legs were wet and sore. My head pounding. I felt like I had been hit by a train. I looked around, but my vision was blurred and I had to blink a few times to adjust.

I wasn't in my room. This wasn't my apartment. It was dark and I could see a flashing neon light outside the window, the harsh red light was painful. I could smell cigarette smoke and hear a muffled tv. It almost looked like a sleazy motel room or something and fear entered my head instantly.

Where the hell am I and what happened? The last thing I remembered was sitting on the ledge, feeling dizzy. I remember a voice, someone catching me roughly. I don't remember anything else. My god, who's place is this? How much did I drink? What did he do to me?

The fear sobered me up and I sprung out of the uncomfortable bed and onto the floor. I didn't have shoes on and my hair was in a knot behind my head. I stumbled towards the door, I was afraid to turn the knob fearing that whoever was on the other side would hear me and stop me from leaving. I tried so hard to recognize anything in the room. The stained bedspread, the dirty, beige carpet, the nightstand with the water rings on it. Nothing. I didn't recognize anything. This brought back painful memories.

My heart was beating as I slowly turned the knob, trying to be as silent as possible. I wasn't even worried about my shoes or my purse or anything else. I didn't even know where my cell phone was. I just wanted out of there.

As the door opened, the muffled tv sounds got a bit clearer and the smoke smell was strong, the clouds were lingering in the air and I stopped to see if I heard the voice of anyone who might be in the room.

I peeked out of the door, I looked around and saw a couch facing the tv, there was someone on it but the room was so dark and I couldn't make out any features.

My god, this is how I was gong to die. I was being punished for being a lush, for screaming at Bucky and slapping him. Karma was officially coming back to make the score even for me being such a shitty person. How the hell did I get myself into this?

I tip-toed out the door and to my right I saw the door to the apartment, I tried to get there silently but I suddenly was overcome with fear and started to run, jus was I reached the doorknob I was pulled back, "Where do you think you're going?", a voice said from behind me. His grasp spun me around and I saw him.

"Oh my god! Loki, you asshole!", I screamed at Loki. He was standing there with a evil smirk and I started hitting him in the chest. "You scared the shit out of me! What the hell?!", I shouted at him.

"Hey, hey, hey!!! Why are you hitting me? I saved you! You passed out on a busy sidewalk! You could've been kidnapped, brought back to a sleazy apartment or something with a sleazy guy!", he said laughing.

Loki wasn't a typical guest at any party. He didn't have a choice. He made a deal with Steve that he wouldn't make an appearance anywhere anyone of us were. He always caused too much trouble, but somehow he was always around. He was always one step behind. He was like the class-clown everyone hated, the one who would crash parties by sneaking in and stealing liquor, spying on the girls and egging peoples cars just for a laugh. He was immensely frustrating, but tonight, he was my savior.

"Come, sit. Have a drink. You look like you saw a ghost.", he said motioning me to sit down on the couch. He handed me a glass.

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