Vanished

Evangeline knocked back the last of her drink. The burn rushed down her throat and spread through her chest like wildfire. She set the glass down harder than necessary and slid off the barstool.

Everyone had already gone back to minding their businesses and Evangeline was not getting so many states anymore. But she was feeling a pressure in her lower abdomen.

"I need to pee," she muttered to hersekfvas she rise from the barstool, barely steadying herself on her feet.

Sereia was mid-laugh with some guy and she barely noticed Evangeline leave. Anakin had disappeared into the crowd a while ago, and Faolan? She had no idea where he had gone.

It took more effort than she wanted to admit to weave through the mass of bodies as they rubbed and shoved against her drunk self.