<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br/>She deserved an Academy Award for this performance. She played the empty headed socialite all night. Making up one lie and funny story after another. It was only supposed to go on for ten minutes or so, except she just kept talking. After about an hour she questioned whether the pill she had given her was a dud.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until Jasmine stood up that it was evident that the pill had taken effect. She rolled her eyes, she was going to have to have a serious talk with her supplier.<br/><br/><em><br/>"Guess those drinks effected me more....more than I thought. I feeling tipsy. Maybe I better call a taxi. Do you know any decent cheap motels where I can go and sleep it off? I don't know the area here. Or would you mind calling a cab I don't know what cab companies operate out here. Just tell them to meet me in front of the club.”</em><br/><br/>Catching Jasmine before she fell flat on her face, she tugged the girl tight into her side.<br/><br/>“Don’t worry, honey.” She told Jasmine, brushing her hair from her eyes “I’ve got a DD that will take you home.”<br/><br/>With that she led her out of the club, appearing to anyone who cared to look as someone helping a drunk friend. Out on the curb she texted Marc.<br/><br/><strong>“NOW!” </strong><br/><br/><em>"Maybe I am all drunk,”</em>Jasmine mumbled from her shoulder. Jackie rolled her eyes. Then her captive mercifully passed out.<br/>