Rosie moved away from the bar, stumbling a little and walking straight into her friend and flat mate Ricky. "Oh shit, sorry" she said, her eyes were full of stars and she felt incredibly sick. She'd only had two drinks since coming out, she should NOT be feeling this way. She could see that Ricky saw it too, it wasn't how she normally acted when drunk. She heard him say something but the words wouldn't form properly in her mind and she just stared up at him with a glazed look. She felt him drag her through the club, sweating bodies rubbing up against her, making her hot and sweaty and make her feel more nauseous. Getting outside was the final straw and she threw up outside the club, crying with embarrassment.
Ricky, like the gentleman he was kept hold of her hand and rubbed her back while she puked, ever since she'd moved in he'd been friendly and very kind to her. Unlike the other men he didn't make it obvious that he wanted to get in her pants, he treated her like a friend but they often had flirty banter between them. "Thank you, I think I should go home" she says, annoyed and disappointed at herself.