I walked through the sea of women, I can feel their eyes on me; trying to forget the eyes, to just get past the crowd to the table. I can feel the drugs coursing through my body, mixing with the alcohol that replaced my blood. I stumbled to the table and sat down, ignoring the looks from my group of friends. I wish that my old friends were with me, I would give anything to hear some stupid reply from Alice. I would have even settled for some strange story from Jenny. I threw back the colourful drink and looked around, staring at the crowd of people around me. They were talking about something, all laughing their asses off.

“What are you guy’s talking about?” I could barely hear my own voice over the pulsating music.

“Nothing, just old gossip.” Sammi lent over so that I could hear her, she was just as wasted as me. “Hey I’ve got one that you guy’s would never believe.” she yelled turning back to the group.

I turned looking for another distraction when I heard the story that my dear old friend was telling them. I turned to her ready to kill her.

“Are you fucking kidding me? McCutcheon you almost got married?” Syd just spilled her drink all over the table causing everyone to jump up. “When the hell did this happen?”

“Fuck you Sam.” I wiped off my jeans and left, making my way yet again through the crowd. Getting lost amongst the nameless people.

I left the small club, walking out into the cold night air of New York. That was one thing I missed about LA, it was never this cold there. I wrapped my thin jacket around myself, holding it close for extra warmth. I stopped trying to light the cigarette when I heard the scream. Looking up to see one of the last people in the world that I ever thought I would see in New York.

“Shane McCutcheon, what the fuck are you up to?” the small brunette came running at me, jumping into my arms.

“God it’s good to see you.”

“You fucking lunatic, what are you doing here?” I hugged her back, she was a part of my past that I didn‘t want to let go.