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Within two hours, Amy was stone drunk. She'd downed two margaritas and three straight tequila shots, and Trish was amazed that her friend hadn't already passed out. She knew she certainly would have.
The little blonde stirred the straw in what was only her second daiquiri of the night. While sitting at their table over the course of the two hours, she'd stuck to Shirley Temples. Unlike the redhead, she didn't want to overdo it.
"I can't believe he hasn't even called me!" Amy complained, a cross expression on her face.
Trish glanced around furtively, noting that a few other patrons were looking their way. Her friend was getting a bit loud in her inebriated state. And, if the Canadian diva didn't know any better, she would swear that Amy was about five more minutes away from crying.
"Maybe Adam's waiting for you to call him," the petite blonde suggested, earning herself a shocked stare from the redhead.
"Why should I call him?!" she demanded. "He's the one who's wrong!"
"Amy, lower your voice!" Trish cried in a loud whisper, her eyes darting around again. The last thing they needed was a scene. Maybe they should just go up to one of their rooms to continue talking.
"Why? Am I getting loud?"
"Yes - as a matter of fact, you are," the blonde replied. "Why don't we just finish our drinks and get out of here?"
Amy nodded.
"Fine - you win," the diva said. She picked up the glass in front of her and tossed back the rest of the tequila in one shot. Trish's eyes widened in shock. The redhead could sure drink when she was upset - but she knew she would pay for it later.
Shaking her head, the blonde woman pushed aside the remainder of her own drink, satisfied to not finish it. It was no biggie to her. She reached into her purse for her wallet and tossed some bills onto the table as Amy did the same. Afterward, the two friends rose to leave.
Unfortunately, the redhead was drunk enough that she was wobbling on her feet. Trish was quickly at her side to support her.
"Thanks..." Amy smiled crookedly. "Boy, I must be really fucked up, huh?"
Trish didn't respond but merely gave her a look.
"Come on..." she said. "Let's just get out of here." The blonde led her friend by the arm to the door of the bar, then stopped as she caught sight of the man just entering the hotel.
"Well, well, well - look who's here," Trish remarked, a sly smile taking form on her face. She nudged Amy, who followed her line of vision. The redhead did a double-take the Canadian diva found hilarious, her eyes widening as she spotted her boyfriend making a beeline for them.
"Hi, Trish," the tall blond man said, but his eyes were glued to his girlfriend - whom he didn't fail to notice was drunk. "Amy-"
"Adam? You're here!"
"Yes, I'm here... Ames, I'm so sorry - for everything..."
The redhead stared at him for a split second before bursting into laughter.
"How can you be here when you're all the way in California?!"
The Canadian's lips arched into a slightly amused smile.
"I was there, baby... I caught a last-minute flight to come here, to you," he explained. His smile vanished and he ran a hand through his long golden hair. "I felt really lousy about our fight, and... Well... I love you, Amy..."
The drunken diva grinned broadly, her hazel eyes sparkling despite her current state.
"I love you, too!" She hurled herself into her boyfriend's arms and kissed him. Adam wrapped his arms around her and fervently kissed her back.
Trish crossed her arms over her chest as she watched them with amusement. Then, issuing a chuckle, she spoke.
"Get a room, guys!"
When they ignored her, the little blonde shook her head, laughed and left.
"See you two later!"
// ?End? \\