Lilas Light.
There is a haze of smoke hanging in the air as people indulge in cigarettes and cigars.
“We’ve got to go.” I say to Ciara who squints her eyes at me and I try to pull her up from the couch. There are a group of drunken fellows around, bottles of alcohol laying on the floor, table and couch.
“There you are!” Alexa says, hugging me tightly and I begin to tie my hair to a ponytail.
“You guys, don’t make it hard for me.” I say, trying to pull Ciara up and she finally stands on her feet.
“Thank you for coming, Lilas. I don’t know why I came to this party, I feel like shit.” Ciara says, her hair is tousled around her face and I pick their purses from the table. There is a flush on her cheeks betraying the influence of a few drinks, adding a rosy warmth to her features. Eyes s
