/AN: This is an chapter but yeah, still, here it is./

Christmas Eve. I want to vomit. I do. Twice, thrice, I don't know but I do. I vomit outside the bar, alone. I laugh as I try not to vomit again. Who the spends Christmas eve alone? I try to stand, holding on to the red brick walls on my right, or is it maroon? I don't know, I think I'm drunk. Closing my eyes while walking was really not my brightest idea, because I fell. Yeah. I'm drunk. Literally and utterly drunk. 

"Hey? Are you okay?" I heard someone say as I try to hold on to the red maroon brick walls again, I squinted my eyes trying to figure out who it is while kneeling with one knee in the dirty floor and holding on to the walls with my right hand. I look stupid.

"Let me help you." It says while trying to hold me up but I refused.

"Hey hey. No touching." I managed to say. Now that I'm standing I look at her fully, she has this cat-like eyes, is she a cat? Should I ask her? I love cats, okay, I'll ask.

I smile to her, that big ridiculous smile I often do, "Kitten." Then I laughed. No. No. Lisa. No. You're supposed to ask. Yeah, ask, I nod my head twice while she's looking at me like I'm losing it. "Are you