Tequila bottle spilling out amber on to the floor.
Hair is a mess somewhat of a forest.
Dazed and nauseous.
Searching through her conscious.
But the information she seeks is deep in her subconscious.
Bed is a mess.
White satin sheets, lipstick stain on the pillow and a text from some fellow.
She think back about twenty-four hours.
Back to being with her girls getting ready for the club.
Ruby red dress and black lace underwear.
Riding through the city.
Lights flash blue, red, green and tons of neon.
Reaching her destination.
Loud music and the dance floor sweaty.
Shots, Shots, shots and more shots.
Man walks up.
May I have this dance then black.
Back to her room.
Beads of sweat rolling down her face.
Snatching up her phone and bringing it up to her face.
Hey it’s your friend Joe and I brought you home.
You were very drunk and I thought you should know.
That you should be more careful before a stranger brings you home.