Alissa listened to the familiar voice of Alex. She had a smile on her face as she spoke so highly of the part and chuckled at some parts. "Well, most of these parties do such some major ass, I will admit that much." Alissa replied with a mock pondering look on her face. "You know, I have a chariot awaiting out front m'lady. We don't have to stay, we can go hit the town and have a rockin' time. We could even recruit more people and just look for some mailboxes or something to hit down." Ally suggested. Sure it was reckless and she was likely already on the radar for the murder, but Ally knew what she knew, and that was one, she didn't own a gun. Yes, she knew how to shoot one but she didn't own one, nor would she use it against someone else.
Remembering the night was like hell for a majority of it. Ally remembered when she saw the body being taken out on a stretcher. It had been so lifeless and white. It was difficult to believe that he had been alive moments before. It was odd how, Ally now took more to being sober rather than drowning her memories with the poison that was alcohol. Mostly because she knew, when the alcohol wore off the pain would still be there, and the dreams never stopped anyways.
Shaking back into place, she looked at Alex. "What do you say? Unless you want to stay here, then I'm sure we could find some place more private." She said whispering the last part in the girl's ear to the point it was almost a tickle.