Shell didn't even know what she was doing at this party. The loud, pounding bass of the music was giving her a migraine, and the flashing lights were making her dizzy. Nothing seemed all that fun, so she began to drink. One beer, two, three...then she just lost count. Everything was a lot more fun when you were completely wasted, she mused. All that was missing to make this night one of the best, most enjoyable of her life was her best friend..but Bella couldn't come. Stupid Ross and his stupid dick. Now instead of going out and having fun, Michelle and her best friend had to go and look for pushchairs and bottle sterilisers. It sucked, especially because Bella looked so happy...she wanted to be happy, but she could only see glimpses of it, happiness that was. Flashes of memories of laughter and joy that uplifted her, but ultimately she needed booze and drugs to numb her brain. It made it all stop that way. Now, here she was, dancing with a giggle with her bottle in her hand as she gyrated against some faceless teenager who had his hands on her ass. If she'd been sober she probably would've told him to get the hell off, but she wasn't, and she wouldn't.
