Estelle
I take a shot, which is weird because I've never drunk alcohol in my life. It burns when it goes down, then heats my stomach. 
I cough and the bartender laughs. "A little strong?" 
"Maybe I'm a little weak." 
Luca drags me away from the bar and onto the dance floor. 
A loud pumping song makes my bones shake, but I dance with him anyway. 
Annaliesee finds us after a few minutes and joins our dancing. 
"Where's Logan?" I yell over the music.  
"She went to the bathroom." 
I nod. "I'm gonna go look for her." 
I break off from our group and walk to the bathroom corridor.
Logan was pressed to the wall by some sketchy guy, who was pressing himself against her, kissing up her neck. 
I intervene, punching the sicko's head. 
He staggers sideways, turning to look at me. 
He was a little taller than me, maybe an inch. 
He scowls. 
"Walk away or Lexon will have your head on a platter." I say. 
He rolls his eyes and walks away.  
I grab hold of Logan, she looks at me dazed. 
"He put something in my drink." She mutters softly. "Can we go?" 
I nod, shrugging her arm over my shoulder, leading her to the main area. 
We go outside, and she vomits on the sidewalk. 
Luca and Annaliesee come out after. "What happened?" 
"Someone drugged her." I mutter, grabbing the small device Lexon gave me to summon one of my guards, from out of my bag. 
I press the button and wait, fiddling nervously with the little device. 
It wasn't long until Leeciy's car pulls up outside the club. 
He gets out, illegally parking beside the curb.
Logan looks at him before turning at vomiting again. 
"She was drugged." Luca informs.
I nod. "Someone slipped something in her drink." 
Leeciy nods, helping her into the car. 
I climb into the back, sitting next to a jittery Annaliesee. 
Logan was passenger, her head perched on the open window as she fights nausea. 
I close my eyes and try and fight it too. 
*** 
I was dropped off last, and Leeciy came inside, shaking with anger. 
He stood in the kitchen, gripping the counter until his knuckles were white. He stood silent, his angered profile glaring at the marble counter. 
I walk silently to stand next to him, looking at him with wide eyes. 
He looks over at me, taking in my appearance. 
His eyes gaze over my messy hair, my messy makeup, and my dress. 
His eyes linger on my hand. 
I look down and notice the blood. "I punched him." I murmur.
"Does it hurt?" He asks, his face softening. 
I shrug. "I'll feel it in the morning." 
He looks down, his curls falling in front of his face. "I just wished I could've been there." 
"You came as quick as you could." I answer. 
"No, like been with you." He corrects. "I could've prevented it." 
I nod. "Don't put it all on yourself, Leeciy."  
"I should've been with you." He says. 
"Leeciy, I already said--"
"It's my job." He says. 
"What as a man?" 
"No, as your guard." 
"I don't even need a guard, Leeciy." I say, strongly. "I've proved that time and time again."
"What, By falling off a building?" He asks. "Or tearing your stitches, two times?" 
"I can protect myself!" I growl. "I don't need three bodyguards at all times." 
"We're not just your guards, we have to protect the other people that came in." He informs angrily. 
"Maybe you should do a better job." 
"Maybe you should stop making it so hard!" He yells. 
My heart drops, and I glare at him. "Get out." 
"Gladly." And with that he storms out shutting the door. 
***
Yeeva
"Get out." Estelle growls, glaring up at the white haired boy. 
"Gladly." Leeciy replies, walking out of the room.

I come out of the trance I put myself in by lighting a piece of paper on fire. I'm breathless and panting. 
I jot it down in the book of Finding Estelle on October 1st, after the empty month of September, before tearing another sheet out. 
A drop of purple blood lands on the page I just wrote on. 
I put my finger to my nose to clog it, before reaching back and grabbing a tissue. 
The door opens and Maverick walks in. 
I slam shut the journal, and slide it under the desk. 
She walks around. 
"Why you bleeding?" She asks. 
"I was practicing my Oura Konnes." I mutter, cleaning myself up. 
"Oh." She mutters. "Alyxa was asking for you." 
"What does she need?" I ask, standing up. 
She shrugs. "I'll walk you though." 
I nod. We walk in silence to the Oval Office, letting ourselves in. 
"Ah, Neeva, what have you been up too?" She ask. 
"Practicing my Oura Konnes." I answer. 
She nods. "That explains the bloody noses and tissues. 
I nod. "Sorry about that." 
"No, it's okay." She says. "I wanted to offer you something." 
"What is it?" I ask. 
"Well, first things first." She pauses taking a box out of her desk. "Myself and the United States of America wanted to offer you this." 
She pushes the box across the mahogany desk. 
The box held a gold medal that read 'Medal Of Honor' across the top, with an eagle engraved below it. 
I look up at her. "A Medal Of Honor?" I ask cheerfully. 
She nods. "You deserved it Neeva, you took care of that red-headed pest." 
I smile. 
"And the next thing." She continues. "The last general died in the attack, and we need a new one, and I was hoping you would take up the position?" She stops. "There are perks and benefits." 
"I would take it without the perks and benefits, thank you." 
She grins. "Thank you for your service Neeva." 
"Thank you for having me, President Flynn."
"Please, call me Alyxa." She says. 
I nod, walking out of the oval office and back to the offices. 
I fish my notebook out from under the desks and look at October 1st. 
It's not much but it's a start.