Sisters

The one at the bar

-May 25, 2013; 11:24 pm; Arlington, TX-

"There's a club less than 15 minutes away from the hotel," someone suggested as we tried to figure out something fun to do tonight now that the concert was over.

"Yeah!" Everybody cheered.

"Looks like we found a place to go!" Someone yelled and everyone walked to the door.

"No way," Taylor stopped me.

"Come on Tay," I begged.

"You're underage; there's no way I'm letting you go to a bar," she said.

"I won't drink," I promised.

"No." She said.

"Taylor I'm 19! This is what people my age do!" I pleaded.

"No way."

"Please."

"No."

"Come on! Austin's going!"

"Well he can have fun, you're not going."

"That's not fair!"

"That's the law."

"Taylor come on," I begged.

"No."

"What will get you to say yes?" I asked.

"You don't go."

"Come on, you can watch me the whole time," I told her. I saw her glance to where everyone was waiting by the door. I could tell she just wanted to go now.

"Fine! But I will be watching you all night," she gave in.

"Yes," I cheered.

At the club

"I'll have a water," I said to the bartender.

"Ok," he said, filling a cup of water for me.

I sipped it and it tasted weird but I didn't question it. I gulped the whole thing down and damn it burned. I felt a buzz in my head as I asked for another glass of water. I chugged the other one and at this point, I started feeling weird. After a couple more glasses of water I started feeling light-headed and every time I tried to stand up I felt dizzy and had to sit back down.

Austin's POV

"Are you okay, Kait?" I asked, walking towards her with one of my friends.

"Yeah, I'm having a great time," she giggled.

Shit.

"Kaitlyn, are you drunk?" I asked my girlfriend cautiously.

"No," she said, giggling again.

"What did you have to drink?" I asked, inspecting her glass.

"Water," she replied simply.

I looked at her glass a little closer.

"What?" I said before taking a sip of her drink. "Kaitlyn this isn't water, it's straight up vodka."

"What! I swear Austin I ordered a water just ask the bartender!" She told me, automatically sobering up a little bit.

"What has she been drinking?" I asked the bartender.

"Water," the bartender smirked.

"Are you sure?" I asked again.

"I don't know, man, I honestly can't remember," the bartender lied.

"How many glasses have you given her?" I asked angrily.