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I'm sure I can go into anyone's room and sit with them, but I don't want to intrude on their time and space.

What I need is a hobby. Something that's going to eat at my time until I get to tomorrow.

I'm not an artist, not a writer, not a seamstress... I'm the party girl.

Logically, I know going out to party so soon after I've given up drinking isn't the right thing to do. Too many temptations. I think I've got a handle on my will power, but I'm not sure that I'm that strong yet.

The clock continues to tick, but I swear it feels like the seconds are going so slow.

"Ugh!" I groan and jackknife up in bed before I swing my feet over and plant them on the floor. This is so annoying. Surely, I can find something to do.

I go into the bathroom and take a long shower, washing my hair, shaving my legs. Doing everything I can to eat up the time, still even after all that only an hour has passed.

Before I think too much about what I'm doing, I'm getting dressed and walking downstairs.

Addison is in the kitchen and she sees me. "Hey, you okay? You need something?" She rushes over to me, a small bowl of spaghetti-oh's in her hand. I guess she's about to feed Glenn.

"No, I'm good. I'm just going out for... a ride." I decide in that moment.

"A ride?" She asks, her voice going up a little. She's not trying to question me but I'm sure this seems familiar for her. I've gone out for a ride before only to come back completely bombed out of my mind.

"Yeah. I'm okay. I promise. I'll be back soon." Giving her the most reassuring smile I can I turn and make my way to the door. I'm sure if anyone else sees me they're going to try and get me to stay in the house.

I want to stay sober but I don't want to feel like a prisoner, either.

I'm strong.

I can do this.

I repeat that mantra in my head over and over again as I get on my bike and fly down the road.

Turnsout this town isn't as big as I thought it was.

It's not even an hour later when I get all the way to the other side of town.

I'm still fill of restless energy, no where near ready to go to sleep for the night.

Sadly, there's no where else for me to go.

I turn my bike and head back in the direction of the clubhouse. I'm on autopilot not really paying attention to the roads I'm taking. I can get back to the clubhouse with my eyes closed if I needed to.

It's not until I hear people laughing loudly that I realize what I've done.

I'm here.

I'm outside of Rye and Barley.

My nerves skyrocket when I realize my autopilot is still trained to bring me to the bar. I shouldn't be here. I promised everyone that I wouldn't drink anymore. Hell, I promised myself that I wouldn't drink anymore.

I lean forward on my bike and let out a deep groan. How sad is it that I can't be trusted to be on my own. Like I need a chaperone with me at all times just to make sure I don't go drink.

I feel weak.

What kind of grown woman needs someone looking over their shoulder to make sure they do what they need to do?

My head pops up and I look at the sign above the worn wooden door.

What if I don't need to bother my patch sisters with being my chaperone? After all, Rye and Barley has one of the best chaperones I've ever met working right behind the bar.

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