Closer (Part IV)

She looked to the porcelain god and proceeded to pray, head first. Nothing came but she waited. It would come, better now rather than later, she thought. She pulled her hair back in her hands and lay her head on the side of the seat. Ew, how many asses had touched that thing? Fuck, doesn’t matter now, just puke, girl. Come on! Feeling dizzy, she stuck a finger down her throat to prompt the juices in her stomach to churn harder than they already were. Next time, she was eating a full meal before drinking something. One prayer composed of a torrent of alcohol and soda followed by a second with chunks of the crackers she had hastily eaten before walking out the door earlier in the evening. Definitely a full meal next time.
Feeling a little less light headed she stood up and splashed water on her face from the sink. Much better. She dried herself with a towel and took a deep breath before walking back into the jungle of drunks. Just open the door and walk back out as if you just took a piss, she told herself, you weren’t making any violent noises. She turned the doorknob and took two steps, right into him.
“Are you okay?” she asked. He nodded.
“I came looking for you,” he replied.
“I’m fine,” she retorted.
“Good, that is all that matters then.” Then, without thinking, she snaked her arm around his and slid her hand down to his fingers and laced them in. Not stopping to think he accepted and led her back into the crowd pushing through as he went over towards another group of people. Smiles and greetings went around (for probably the third time with those same people that evening) and conversation continued. She felt a light sensation on her thumb and she peered down to see what it was. He was stroking it with his thumb, reassuring and calm. She felt even better and pushed herself closer to him. Closer. Just closer.