"I got your name wrong because you can't even think straight." She mumbled under her breath.
"Will you help me to the bathroom?" He asked.
"No, I will not." She said defiantly.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because you are drunk, and I hate it when people are drunk. It brings out their bad sides."
"I didn't mean to get drunk." He mumbled sadly, more to himself than to her.
"Well, you didn't have to do all those shots." She said, loading all the dirty glasses onto her tray.
"Yes I did." He said, starting to stand up. "They aren't my real friends." He said.
"Oh, I see. So you get drunk by yourself too?" She fired back. She knew she would be instantly fired if her manager would have heard her, but he was drunk and her manager wasn't there.
"Will you just help me?" He asked.
She looked at him, his blue eyes shining with nausea. She looked at him harder, and didn't see a drunk careless rock star. She saw a sick, scared little boy who didn't know this awful state known as 'drunk'. She silently walked over to him and took his arm.
"I'm going to throw up." He said nonchalantly to her. She couldn't move fast enough, and sure enough, a few seconds later, he vomited on her.
"Ugh…" She mumbled shaking off her arm he had thrown up on.
"I'm sorry." He said, looking into her brown eyes.
"It's alright." She said, used to her brothers coming home drunk.
He tried to stand up, then immediately lunged for the corner of the table. She grabbed him just in time, and pulled him up. He laughed a little, then tried to stand up as he lifted himself weakly up on the table.
"Come on, just a little further." She said, practically dragging him towards the bathroom. Once in the doorway, she tugged and tugged some more, and then finally let him sink on the floor next to the toilet.
Instants later, he was vomiting endlessly into the toilet. For a few minutes after, she stayed by his side, then ran into the hall to her cart. She got a fresh washcloth, since his were being washed, then got it went in the sink in his bathroom. She found him leaning on the wall behind the toilet, sweating with vomit on his chin and the front of his shirt.
She couldn't believe she was helping this man, this drunk rock star, but she felt strangely drawn to his icy blue eyes, and she went over to him.