Wednesday August 8: the Brooks family is hosting their annual fundraiser at the metropolitan tonight. Dress to impress, and bring your flasks cause tonight will not be a night you want to remember.
I teetered down our grand stairwell to where my family were waiting. My mother looked up as I reached the bottom and clasped her hands, her face forming a smile.
'Oh, Florence, you look so adorable.'
I rolled my eyes at her,
'Adorable wasn't exactly the look I was going for.'
Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me again. Why was she smiling so much today?
'Fine, very sophisticated then.'
I smiled back at her and pulled my phone out of my bag, as my father called for my brother.
There was a text from Jacob telling me to bring alcohol as the fundraiser was pretty lame and that I should hurry up because his family was killing him. I replied telling him we were just leaving and we'd see him soon.
We walked into the met, past the various photographers and reporters looking for anything scandalous.
As soon as we walked through the door Nate walked off to find his friends and I walked off to where Jacob was standing awkwardly, before our parents could tell us we had to stay together and mingle.
Jacob smiled at me as I approached him, saying hello to all the people I was passing.
'I bought you a present.'
I handed him the bottle of clear liquid and he poured some into his glass, quickly and making sure no one else saw.
I didn't care who saw though and took to large gulps straight from the bottom, feeling the liquid go down my throat and heat everything up on it's way.
Jacob laughed as I licked my lips,
'Careful Flo. You don't want to peak too soon.'
I rolled my eyes at him and continued to sip more alcohol. I'd been to enough of these things to know that they weren't fun unless your brain felt a bit fuzzy.
They announced that food was about to be served so, reluctantly, I headed back over to where my family were seated.
I sat down heavily and realised that I was swaying noticeably. Perhaps I'd drank a bit more than I originally thought. Before I had a chance to hide it, my father was looking over at me with a frown on his face.
'Florence, go outside.'
I raised my eyebrows at him,
'What? But I haven't eaten.'
'You're drunk and embarrassing us. Leave.'
Scowling I pushed my chair out harshly and grabbed my bag. Signalling to Jacob to follow me, I saw him excuse himself out of the corner of my eye.
I stood outside and lit a cigarette whilst I waited for Jacob to join me.
I took a long drag on my cigarette,
'My dad told me to leave because I was drunk.'
Jacob laughed as I continued to smoke with a frown on my face. I through my cigarette end on the floor and grabbed Jacobs arm, hailing a cab.
'Come on. Lets go. It's boring here anyway. I wanna get drunk.'
I sat in the cab as we drove past the bright lights of New York city and back towards Jacob's house, to drown my sorrows.