Chelsea had finally recovered enough to be able to steer her chair. She didn't know what to think right now. Really, what had she had with Ella? A couple of makeout sessions? A sleepover? It wasn't anything teenagers don't do. So why was this tearing her apart so much? Why had it meant so much to her when obviously it hadn't meant much to Ella? What did she really expect? They'd get home and Ella would rent a U-Haul and move down to Daytona Beach?
She knew she must be a mess right now- her makeup and hair, which she'd been so proud of when the night began, surely looked a mess. She rolled up to the bar and waved to get the bartender's attention, since she probably couldn't be seen over the bar. "Gimme a... oh, I dunno." She never drank. Ever. But right now she wanted something, anything, that might help the pain. "Um, pina colada." She backed away a little while her drink was being made. She turned and saw Lisa standing there, seeming to have a good time. The last thing she wanted to do was bring someone else down into the depths of despair with her.