. . . . . . . Tiffany Lawrence . . . . . . .
I knew it was a stupid move trying to get to the bathroom myself for two reasons. One, because I had no idea where the bathroom was and two, because I knew I couldn't hold the vomit in my stomach for any much longer. But I still took that risk anyway. I wasn't thinking straight and my head throbbed.
As I approached the bar, I suddenly felt too heavy and had to wait a bit. I have no idea how I remember every detail but the next thing I knew, I was throwing up all over the place and causing a scene.
" Tiffany! " I kept hearing my name but I couldn't move. The only thing I was aware of at the moment was the feel of string arms beneath my chest, pressing against the sides of my breasts.
My head hurt painfully and I couldn't take it anymore. The
