Nami kept running.
She didn’t know where she was headed, but she kept running.
She stopped in front of a bar even she wasn’t familiar with. She went inside and took shots from strangers who entertained her regardless of how she acted. In fact, they were enjoying her company as she babbled unpleasant things—flirting out of consciousness. She kept stealing shots from different people who were now taking her for granted. The boys around took advantage of the situation and touched her on areas she was couldn’t feel.
“Can I please have more bottles of vodka?” She asked, stumbling on the counter of the bar. “I never really appreciated the taste of this alcohol until now,” She sat over the stood, giggling to herself as she waited for her drink. “This is really good,” She mumbled, staring into
