I plop myslef down on a dark leather sofa. This Nikki chick really has it going on. I mean my dad has some money from all the businesses he owns, but he tends to be a little more mainstream in his decor. I mean, he has a man cave decorated in memorabilia from sports teams that he played for or wished he had played for. Certainly he would never hang some gigantic African cock and balls above the fireplace. I would be lying if I said the place did not make me a little uneasy.

I try the cellphone again. I grimace when I again fail to get a signal. "Fuck. This sucks," I grumble as I sip some of the tea the woman placed before me.

I am so sleepy, and the tea cerrtainly isn't helping things. I look across teh room from me. David has already passed out. I bet the man has no tolerance for alcohol. I probably have a higher tolerance than I should. What did dad say? Oh yeah, 'damn it Jenny, your alcohol tolerance is inversely proprtional to your grade point average.' I chuckle. Dad was always full of goofy sayings.

Suddenly there's movement. I catch it from the corner of my eye, but only barely. My lids are getting pretty heavy after all. It's Sara, she's running awkwardly for the door. Odd. Oh no, she just face planted. Crazy bitch. Oh well, I hope she feels better in the morning.

I drift off to sleep.