Lorelei pressed the glass cup to her lips and took a deep gulp of the strong liquor. Two empty glasses sat in front of her on the counter. Her hand holding the cup shook as she set it on the counter and closed her eyes, massaging the center of her forehead with her index and middle fingers.<br/><br/>Why was she here?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Jeremy.</span><br/><br/>The name alone in her mind made her want to hit something. A single tear slipped down her cheek and she hurriedly wiped it away, her green eyes bloodshot with lack of sleep and too much alcohol.<br/><br/>Good thing this club didn't scan for ID. She was three years under the actual legal age, but at the moment, she didn't care. Pushing her deep red curls from her face, she picked up the glass and drained it, setting it on the counter and pushing it away.<br/><br/>Maybe that was enough to numb her pain for the night.<br/><br/>As she slipped off the stool, a strong hand grabbed her elbow, making her unable to move.<br/><br/>"Hey cutie. Need some help. I'll drive you home."<br/><br/>She shook her head, trying to push him away, knowing talking would give away just how drunk she was, though the empty glasses certainly indicated.<br/><br/>"Oh, it's alright, darling. I'm just looking for a good time. You up for it?" He chuckled, tightening his grip on her arm. She shoved against his chest, mumbling a slurred, "Leave me alone."