Mark and I are seated at the bar towards the back. It is a very secluded area surrounded by loads of pillars and half walls.

He's been downing shots and offering me some along the way.

"Come on, just try some. It's good I promise, baby." He says.

Feeling extremely calm in the moment, I reply, "You've had like 6 of those tiny glasses. How are you going to get home?"

"Six is nothing." He puts his hand on my knee. I jerk it away immediately with a fake smile on my face, "Do you know how pretty you are?"

I laugh awkwardly. I'm uncomfortable, but used to his compliments.

"4 shots of screwdriver, please sir." The bartender nods and grabs 4 of those tiny cups.

I notice a bottle with a name of vodka, he puts half vodka and half orange juice in each cup.

I love orange juice.

The bartender places the drinks in between us, but Mark pushes them all towards me.

"M-my boss will get mad. I can't." I look away and see Mr. Grey talking to a group of people. I've been sneaking looks at him this whole time, but he hasn't a clue where I am.

Suddenly, Mr. Grey's hand snakes around the blonde's waist. He leans down and kisses her heavily on the mouth. The group around him cheers and I could almost feel steam coming out of my ears.

I turn around and look at Mark, "So, do I sip it? Or go full ham." I crack my knuckles.

He flashes a bright smile, "You're so sexy when fierce, baby. Just drink them as fast as possible, don't even think about it."

"Is four a lot?" I ask as I grab one.

"Nope!" He smiles.

Plugging my nose, I down the first one. And gag. I gag a lot.

"Ew!" Grabbing the second one, I hesitate.

He pushes it up to my lips, "I paid lots of money for these." His tone slightly angry.

A feeling of guilt rushes over me. Not wanting to waste them, I plug my nose again and down the 2nd glass.

Then the 3rd, and lastly the 4th.

A bit escapes out of my mouth, so I use my tongue to lick it off my lips. Then, I break into a coughing fit.

I watch as Mark examines me calm down from how foul those drinks tasted. His wrinkly hand rests over his trousers, "Look at you, getting it all. No mess. I love it."

This is hell. I droop my head down while resting my elbows on the counter, "Th-that was horrible." I sniffle, "It burnt my throat."

"Do you-"

I hold a finger up with my head down, "Just let me calm down for a minute, okay?"

My stomach is bubbling. My head begins to pound. Mark is right next to me, scrolling through Facebook like the old man he is.

10 minutes later, I gather the strength to look up to find Mr. Grey. My head feels very light and my vision is funny.

I finally spot him in the distance. He has his arm around the girl still and I feel my heart clench harder.

As I'm trying to stare at Mr. Grey, Mark pushes the hair out of my face, "Do you wanna get out of here?" He asks.

As I'm about to respond, the eyes of Mr. Grey locks on mine. Immediately, his expression drops. He looks... deadly almost.

He pushes blondie out of the way and begins to speed walk towards me. I see his mouth moving slightly, almost as if he is cursing to himself.

In the matter of seconds, Mr. Grey made it inside the bar area.

"How to fuck did you get in here?" He says as he walks up to me.

I point to Mark, who immediately puts both hands up.

"What the hell is wrong with you? She is 19. Who the fuck are you?" He yells in his face. Everyone in the bar clears the area, even the bartender.

Mark grabs his wallet and keys off the table frantically, "My-my brother is the host of this party. Look man, I know her. I've know her since she was born."

I start to cry. Partially because of the situation and yelling men, but mostly because I feel my head start to spin wildly.

"Did you give her drinks?" He yells again.

Mark whimpers and doesn't answer.

"How fucking many!" Mr. Grey yells in his face.

Mark squints, "Four! Only four!"

"She's on fucking Xanax! And you give her 4 drinks?" Mr. Grey quickly picks Mark off the chair and slams him on the ground with full force.

How does he know that I take Xanax?

Honestly, I feel too far gone right now to care.

"Tell your brother that the deal is off. I never want to see your face ever again, or I'm cutting it off. Do you hear me?"

Mark holds his hands over his own head in protection while whispering prayers to himself.

Mr. Grey, without hesitation, picks me up from the barstool bridal style. Unable to decipher what I going on, I distract myself by gathering all my strength to focus on his face.

His beautiful face.

He walks out of the building, ignoring all the gossiping and photos.

I frown as he makes his way to the car. I just ruined a perfect night, didn't I?

"I'm sorry." I slur out and dig my face into his shoulder.

He walks towards a car on the corner of the street, "Don't talk. I need to get you home quickly."

"No! No, not home." I yawn, "Esther can't see me like this, please. She'll be so d-disappointed."

He skillfully opens up the passenger side and doesn't respond to me. Mr. Grey transfers me to the passenger seat of his car. The train of my dress must be making things 10x more difficult.

The second my throbbing head hits the head rest, I close my eyes.

"Your..." I whisper.

"Hmm?" He questions while he focuses on buckling me in.

My eyes starts to roll back out of increasing exhaustion, "Blondie. Your date, how will s-sheee..." I slur.

His rough hand caresses my cheek and I softly smile with my eyes closed, "Forget about her. I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

"I like it when you touch me, sir." Without another second, I find comfort in his touch on my face and lose consciousness.