Lila's broken heart soared as she saw Jareth give her a smile. It had been so long since she'd seen him smile at her, and Lila was aware of the butterflies in her stomach that still remained even after their break-up. She was sure he would jump at the chance of getting high with her after so many tries and fails. But when he spoke, Lila's heart felt like it had been hit with a hammer, and the butterflies fell dead and sank onto the pit of her stomach.

“Do you even know what that is? I need that, so it doesn’t get me high, and if you took it you’d probably just fall asleep. The good stuff is in my…” Jar stopped and rubbed his face with a flustered sound. It was obvious that this was proving to be something difficult for him. “Oh Delilah, you’re right there. We are screwed up, which means we need to stop acting the way we always do. What I mean is, we need some time to think before we make a huge mistake here. Can we do that, for each other? More importantly, for ourselves?” He paused and gave it some thought, maybe waiting for Lila to say something. When she didn't, he continued. “Listen, I heard that there is a party tomorrow night, it sounds like a lot of people are going to be there. I’m thinking they’re going to need a DJ, or a musician, so I’ll be there. But, I just need a day to process everything, and we can talk then. Okay?” Jareth stood up and took the pills from her, letting his fingers linger on hers a bit longer than he should have, and only making her hate herself because of the electric shock that ran through her at his touch: a clear sign that she was still completely in love with him. “Come on, I’ll walk you back.”

Lila had been quiet and expressionless all during his speech, and remained so even after she'd arrived at her room. She watched Jareth walk back to his suite with a bigger heartache than the one she'd had before. She was completely done with anyone and everyone that day, thinking it best to retreat to her room with the company of some booze in order to avoid any kind of confrontation. So when she entered the suite and saw Adelisa talking to Grant, she didn't even give them a second glance. Lila went straight to the wet bar and grabbed a bottle of tequila Rose and Bailey's before going back to her room. She spent the rest of her night listening to her favorite band and organizing her belongings on the closet and drawers between liquor swigs straight from the bottles. She'd downed about a third of each bottle before she passed out on her bed, too drunk to care about anything.

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Delilah woke up the next day to a blazing hangover, with no idea of what time it was or when she'd passed out. Dazed, she trudged to the bathroom only to vomit her guts out on the toilet. [i]I swear, I will never touch a damn drink in my life...[/i] she vowed as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Lila always thought taking a long bath helped her hangovers, and so she took one using a lavender bubble bath gel meant to be soothing and relaxing. Once done with the bath, she spritzed herself all over with her favorite Victoria's Secret body splash (which smelled of starfruit and white orchird), put on some underwear and a fluffy white bath robe, and walked out of the bathroom. She was feeling slightly better.

She left her room and walked to the kitchen, inhaling the delicious scent of brewed coffee. From experience, she knew coffee was the only thing her stomach kept down after a hangover. She was excited to find that the girls had left her some coffee still on the carafe of the coffee maker. She instantly felt guilty for avoiding them, but the best therapy for Lila when things like this happened to her was to be well left alone. She'd make it up to them with one of her famous breakfasts tomorrow. Lila poured the hot liquid onto the biggest mug she could find and walked to the fridge in  search for milk. To her delight, a carton of her favorite vanilla milk sat on one of the fridge racks. She eagerly poured some milk onto her coffee until the contents looked brown, added a few spoonfuls of brown sugar and walked back to her room while mixing the contents of her mug. She'd spend the day being lazy and watching some movies while pondering attending the beach party or not. Maybe by that time she'd feel like facing society again.