Following

“You should know better than to drink so much, by now.”

I looked up from my lost world and found a familiar presence. This time, she didn’t come to me as a lesbian goddess; she was just Renolds.

Keeping my mouth closed, I found myself curled up on the curb outside of her apartment building.

“You didn’t make it too far, I see.”

I buried my face in my knees.

“I’m sorry.”

I bit my lip to keep quiet.

“Flo… Florence. Please. Come inside. You’re going to get taken as a prostitute. You’re freezing. And you need a shower. Come in. Please… I’ll get on my knees and beg.”

I snorted and looked at her. “I… I don’t know how much I remember. I just know I’m pissed off at you.”

Renolds sighed and wrapped an arm around me. “I told you to leave last night.”

“Why?”

“I… almost slept with you. But I couldn’t do that. I’m supposed to be your guardian…”

The previous day flashed by and I dropped my head. “I’m a slut," I said.

“No you’re not… Florence…”

“I am! I kind of almost hooked up with Astrid… And I liked it. I like her. Then there was the handsy douche at the club. He… was a douche. And then… I saw you a few drinks later. And I got it. It felt like everything was in place but I was even more lost than normal. And last night happened… God. What will I tell Astrid…”

Renolds sighed and held out a hand for me. “Let’s go in. You need coffee and food before you deal with life. We both do.”

I took her hand and followed her in. I was getting the message that I probably shouldn’t follow Renolds anymore, but I couldn’t help it. She always seemed to know what to do.