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Another knock on the door followed the first. We looked at each other in confusion, what do we do?

Yasmin points at me to talk. I nod and clear my throat, "Yeah? Who is it?"

"It's me, baby, are you okay? Everyone's waiting for you." I let out a sigh and run a hand through my hair. Yasmin is already on her way to open the door before I can even blink.

"Yasmin! What the fuck—" I whisper at her incredulously, she only stares at me blankly.

"Well it's obvious you don't want whatever the fuck this is. So now we have nothing to hide, we won't be doing anything and we haven't done anything, right?" She moves away from me and to the door without giving me a chance to answer.

"Logan, I'm coming in, okay?" The knob turns and I grab Yasmin and push her into a closet. "Just, stay here, please?" I turn the lights off as Sarah pushes the door open to give me more time.

"Logan? Where are you, hun?" Sarah let's out a few giggles.

"The longer I stay in here, the more I'll hate you." Yasmin looks away from me and pushes me so she can close the door. No one would see her unless they opened the door. And this room was the manager's office so Sarah had no reason to actually open up the closet.

I clenched my jaw as I heard Sarah stumbling around, most likely drunk already. I just need more time, that's all.

I walk away from Yasmin, heavy- hearted, "I'm here, Sarah." I turn the lights back on and catch her just as she trips over air.

"Whoa Logan! You caught me, oh my God. I'm so fucking drunk, haha!" She squirms in my arms, dancing like the music is playing in here.

"Come on Sarah, I think that's enough partying for the night." I pull her towards the door but she stops me by pulling on my sleeve.

"Nooooooo, I don't wannaaaaa!" She pulls me towards her with odd strength I didn't know drunk Sarah possessed. "Oh my GAWD, Logan, you don't understand. I'm so horny, it's kind of scary, like—" She burps three times before continuing. "—like, I'm going to run through a wall. Why won't you fuck me anymore, Logan?"

I squeeze my eyes shut as the thought of Yasmin in that closet comes to mind. "Sarah, we can talk about this another time. Let's just get you home." She didn't seem to like that answer.

"Fuck that. Where's the mothercocking water at?" She rummages through items scattered around the room. She finds a case of water bottles behind the desk and yanks it out. "AH HA!" She takes out a bunch and glugs them down.

"Sarah, what the f—"

"Nah uh, Logan. I know you don't wanna fuck me right now because I'm drunk. Because you're such a good guy. So I'm gone sober up, okay? If I don't leave here with wobbly legs and satisfaction, someone's going to fucking die tonight." She throws the empty water bottle behind her and starts on the next.

"This is ridiculous, I'm not going to have sex with you." the water bottle falls from her lips and spills on her dress as she looks up at me.

"What?" Tears brim her eyes. Hurt, practically written all over her face. Then I realize what I just said.

"Here! I meant here! I won't have sex with you in the office, okay? Let's just... Um, go home." She blinks the tears away before looking back at the case of water. She begins to laugh like a maniac.

"Oh my gosh, you really had me there for a second!" She clutches her stomach over her now wet dress before untwisting the cap of another bottle, still laughing.

And we're back to fucking square one.

She chokes a little, "Whoa, almost threw up there." She threw the empty bottle at me and continues.

"Sarah."

"Sarah."

"Sarah!" She jumps at my shout.

"Huh?" She turns to me with water dripping down her chin. "I was just on my third bottle, babe. It's totally working. See, I'm holding up like give fingers. Wait, this is five, right?" She holds up three fingers on one hand and two on the other.

But the fact that she was unsure let's me know the water is in fact, not working. "Stop this so we can go."

"Nope. I'm on the fourth bottle now." She starts going through bottles like she turned into The Flash or something. I sat on the rolling chair near the desk, giving up. When she's finished, she'll stand up and then I can just pick her up and take her out of here. While she's sitting in that position, I can't do shit.

"I'm starting to feel better already," Her hand moves around the empty case. "Aw man, I'm out of water now. He has to have some more somewhere." She gets up and walks to the closet where Yasmin is. I panic and pull Sarah away from the door.

She gasps as I cage her to the wall, my body covering hers. "Logan, I'm not even drunk anymore, I'm at least tipsy at this point. Please, please—" I cut her off by kissing her.