Getting wasted

Lauren sat at the bar of her fathers club. She was upset because Playboy wouldn't let her pose because of her age. She had already gone through three bottles of vodka and was onto her fourth. She poured some into her shot glass and dropped the bottle making it smash. She lifted up the glass only to have it taken off her.

"Hey" she said turning to see..............

(Anyone?)

Katie eyed Lauren.

"Are you old enough to be drinking?" Katie asked.

"No" she slured, drinking somemore vodka.

"Then you shouldn't be drinking it." Katie said as she took the glass from Lauren.

She put the glass on the counter away from her and Lauren then glared at the bartender.

"What is wrong with you? She looks like she's only sixteen!" Katie yelled.

"Like I am sixteen. And my daddy owns this club. Hense the name Club Sky" Lauren slurred before she got another drink.

Katie grabbed Lauren and pulled her off the chair.

"You aren't drinking anymore." Katie said.

"Says who" she said grabbing a bottle of beer.

"Me." Katie said before grabbed the bottle and threw it on the floor.

She grabbed Lauren's arm then dragged her away from the bar.

"You are way to young to drink and drinking as much as you are is only going to harm you." Katie said.

"Like I care" Lauren shot.

"Well you should. Do you want to drink yourself to death?" Katie asked.

"YES!!!" she shouted.

"Wrong answer." Katie said as she pulled Lauren out of the club.

"I WANNA DIE" she screamed in tears.

Katie looked at Lauren with sympathy.

"Why?" Katie asked.

"Because Playboy turned me down" Lauren cried on the floor.

"That doesn't mean you should die. I think you're too young to be in playboy anyway." Katie said.

"But Velvet was in Playboy" she cried.

"That doesn't mean you should be. Do you really want all those creeps, rapists, and other weirdos looking at you naked?" Katie asked.