I'm in the corner of the club against the wall, lost in thought. My sister and her fiancé are a few feet in front of me, in the thick of the club grinding on each other.
I'm not in a good mood but I didn't want to ruin the night by deciding to stay in.
I watch my sister dancing and enjoying herself. She motions for me to come over but I only give a weak smile and hold up my hand for her to give me a minute.
If I can't change my mood myself, I'm going to have to fake it. I go to the bar to get me some liquid courage. I don't need to be brave but I do need to be loose. I order a vodka and cranberry and drink it quickly, coughing as it burns going down. I pay for another one and do the same thing.
I can already feel the heat rushing up from my stomach and to my face. I don't have to worr
