It was a strange sensation, moving without moving, so Jessica deliriously thought up an escape. "Beam me up, Scotty!" she grumbled.
"We're going to get you home." The voice, it belonged to her friend. At least, she thought he was her friend. Her inebriated mind tried to formulate questions but was barely capable. Everything was dark if not hazy, and the movement coddled her sickness. A fear of stumbling suddenly crashed her imagination.
"Hey!" exclaimed a poetic voice of anger.
***
Shannon watched the head turn and peer over Jessica's elbow. Without a doubt, it was the same student from the club, Jessica's asshole companion.
"It's the poet!" he said condescendingly. "Nice job up there."
She scowled at Jessica and the stiff arm over his neck. The empty side alleys of Nocturnal Marymen
