ZARA

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" The crowd chants. Their noise fills Zara's ears as she reaches for another cup of beer. She can't think straight anymore.

She can see stars.

With the crowd still cheering her, she chugs it down, earning a cry of celebration.

Suddenly, she feels it in her gullet, then in her throat, and then, she throws up all over the cups of beer. The crowd screams, revolted by her puking. Then they laugh.

Someone helps her up from the three legged stool she is perched on and leads her slowly but surely through the stuffy crowd and out into the open air. Zara feels like she can finally breathe again.

"Oh hey, thanks…" she breaks off when she sees her rescuer. "Jay!"

"In the flesh," he says kindly, still holding her around the waist.

"How are you always there when I'm in deep shit?" She narrows her eyes at him drunkenly. "Are you following me?"

"Maybe," he replies, his eyes darkening and a smile at his lips.

Zara reaches out and pokes his dimple. "Why don't I see you around often?"

"Because you aren't looking hard enough." He replies simply.

"That can't be it." She shakes her head, disoriented.

"Whatever, come on." He leads her on towards her hostel.

"Why are you always so adamant on getting me into bed whenever you find me?" She questions.

"Because i know you'd rather wake up clothed in your own bed than naked in some douche bag's."

"Hmmm, fair point," she slurs. "Do you like Pocahontas?" She suddenly diverges. "I like Pocahontas." Jay smiles, and she trips again.