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And I'm walking you home
Alana sat drowsily at the bar, drunken as a sailor as she stared down at yet another shot of tequila placed in front of her. She was hoping to drink away her sadness, Alana was usually a smoker but unfortunately she still didn't know a dealer in the area and the only person she knew who had any weed was Jay.
'God, Jay, what a fucking prick' she thought.
Alana confidently picked up the small cup and threw it down her throat, feeling it burn as it entered her stomach, it was almost satisfying. She imagined it burning away all her sadness, there was no amount of tequila in the world that could do that in this moment. The girl sat there and pondered, staring drearily down at the empty glass in front of her. If someone was to look at her they would think she was completely sloshed, unable to comprehend any kind of thoughts right now. Unfortunately that was the opposite, yes she was completely sloshed, but it was like every possible thought imaginable was running like a train off tracks through her head. She was clearly in a vulnerable state, and just to her luck, someone noticed.
"You look like you need another drink." She heard from behind her. Alana slowly turned her head around to see a familiar face, however she couldn't quite pinpoint it.
"Who the fuck are you?" She grimaced, turning back around and taking a sip of her vodka coke, the man slid into the seat next to her.
"You don't remember me, darling?" She stared him up and down before it clicked.
"Fuck off, Jerry." The guy that cornered her at the bar last time she went, guess he was coming in for a round 2, except this time she had no one to save her. Not that she was scared, she couldn't care less, she was way too drunk to care.
"That's no way to greet an old friend, here let me buy you a drink." Alana simply stared up at him, a completely dead look on her face. She didn't protest, she couldn't say no to free drinks, not in this state. The waiter brought over another two vodka cokes and placed them in front of the pair, Jerry took a long sip before clearing his throat to speak. "So, why the long face?"
"None of your business, fucktard." She hissed, taking a big gulp of her drink.
"Trouble in paradise, huh? Where's your Prince Charming tonight then?" Alana rolled her eyes.
"He is NOT my Prince Charming." 
"Oh, so you're available?" Jerry wiggled his eyebrows at her and for some fucked up reason, Alana laughed back. She needed a quick bit of validation so she didn't feel so empty right now.
"Yeah something like that." The two ended up having a few more drinks before Jerry invited Alana back to his place and again, for some fucked up reason, Alana didn't even hesitate. However she refused to have sex with him and instead they just made out and watched a movie.
One month later.
Alana and Jerry were both situated on her sofa, he had his arm laced around her waist with her head against his chest. They were both high and watching some weird tv show when Alana spoke up.
"So... What are we?" She finally popped the question, they had been seeing each other almost every day and each day she was becoming more and more attached. Alana didn't know this at the time, but she didn't actually like Jerry, she felt lonely and was being easy to manipulate and Jerry was simply waiting for her to give it up and let him fuck her.