She probably hates me... I think, mentally punching myself as I stand up and pick up my coat from the back on my chair. "I'm going home..." I mutter, then I walk back to my apartment.
"Six has to get up, spin around and the person who is spinning and the person they point at has to makeout!"
"James... You are so *hiccup* drunk..." I slur.
(Are we still playing?)
I go outside to maybe attempt to talk to Willow, but she is gone. Merde. I curse, and walk towards the door. "I'm going to go to my hotel..au revoir, amis."