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about my overwhelming competitiveness.
    "Fucking idiot," I mumbled. The cab driver huffed from the front as he pulled to a stop at the driveway. "Not you," I clarified, laughing as I fumbled for a moment with my money. I handed him a few bills and gave him a quick smile before stepping out into the night air.
    One of the things I loved most about Las Vegas was the dry air. Away from the crowds and grit of The Strip, the air smelled clean. It always seemed to relax me. It smelled a million times better than the inside of that cab, that’s for sure. I tripped over a crack in the driveway, laughing as I landed hard on my hands and knees. I held my right hand up, my index finger over my lips.
    "Shhhh," I reminded myself quietly. I didn't want to wake them. I didn't want to have to answer questions. I carefully pushed back to my feet and started toward the door again. The tights I was wearing under my black skirt were now torn across the knees but I straightened my blue top again and brushed a hand through my hair. I used my key to open the door as quietly as I could manage in my current state . Immediately , I heard the TV in the living room.
    "Fuck," I grumbled. Lifting my chin, I tried to walk straight and keep my eyes forward. Clapping came from the living room as I attempted to pass by unnoticed. Tish was in the recliner with a very satisfied looking Kas on his lap as they both applauded. Zane was stretched along the couch and he turned, taking one look at me before returning his attention to the TV. I gave Tish and Kas a small bow, knowing I couldn't handle much more without falling over. I wobbled slightly as I stood up, thankful again that I had worn my boots and not heels tonight . I would've broken an ankle for sure. I hadn't been this drunk in a while, if ever. I struggled to find words.
    "Thank you, thank you." I started to turn away, hoping they would leave it alone if they thought I was blowing it off.
    "What the fuck, Lili? What was that tonight? I thought you said you couldn't dance , " Kas questioned, watching me .
    I shook my head, groaning at the movement. I closed my eyes, trying to center my mind on one thing. Words.
    "Nope. I said I didn't dance," I clarified, opening my eyes to meet Tish's wary stare.
    "Bathroom. You're going to chuck." He nodded in the direction of the hallway. I shook my head again , swallowing hard against the feeling that he may be right. Zane glanced over a second time but he didn't speak. I felt instantly guilty. He'd texted me several times in the last few hours to check on me after I disappeared but I ignored him. I'd wanted to put what happened out of my head. Though it worked for a short time, I'd obviously upset him. I shouldn't have assumed he wanted me to keep saving him from Lizzie but I let my own desire to beat her push any thoughts of what he wanted from my head.
    "I'm fine," I said, moving to lean against the wall behind me. I misjudged the distance and hit harder than I intended, my shoulders slamming against the drywall. Laughing, I slid down to sit on the floor. "Fucking ouch."
    "How much did you drink?" Tish asked, scooting Kas from his lap before moving to kneel in front of me. I shrugged, making a face as I tried to count. A few drinks at dinner, then four shots at the club and three beers. That was pretty normal for me. The four Jägerbombs the guys at the bar had talked me into were what put me over the edge.
    I brought my hands up to my head, rubbing at my numb face. "A lot," I conceded, laughing again at Tish's expression.
    "You need to go get rid of some of that. I don't want to have to take you to the hospital tonight." He pulled me to my feet but I leaned against the wall for support.
    "Would you stop worrying? I'm fine," I repeated, feeling the bile trying to rise in my throat. Everything happened quickly after that. I found myself bent over the toilet in the bathroom I shared with Zane, expelling my poor decision to drink so much with someone holding my hair