Donna Doesn't Drink

Donna: Ok, I'll admit it. I don't drink. It's not that I couldn't, I just don't really like the stuff…well actually more like the things you're more likely to do when under the influence. I just don't see why people think it's cool……

(It's a late Saturday afternoon, Donna and her boyfriend Ryan are hanging at Ryan's house. They're sitting on his bed, just talking.)
Donna: (hugs Ryan) I love hanging out at your house. My dad can be so annoying.
Ryan: I love you hanging over here too. Especially when my mum's out…
Donna: (smiles) Whatever you're thinking, you better stop it. (laugh)
Ryan: (kisses Donna)
Donna: (smiles) Oh well that's ok
Ryan: So Donna, you sure you don't wanna come to the party tonight. It would be pretty cool to have you there (places his hand on her thigh)
Donna: I told you Ryan, I don't go to those kind of parties.
Ryan: Aww come on. What's wrong with a party? (kisses her neck) We could have fun…
Donna: (smiles) Don't tempt me. (pushes Ryan away) You know those parties are just about everybody drinking.
Ryan: Yeah, that could be fun
Donna: Ryan, I don't drink. I'd be completely out cast, while you and your buddies get tipsy.
Ryan: You could have one or two?
Donna: No
Ryan: But…
Donna: I said no, Ryan.
Ryan: Yeah, I know (mumbles) that's not all you say no to
Donna: Ryan! You told me you understood?
Ryan: Oh I do. I understand everything…
Donna: I think I'll go.
Ryan: Donna…
Donna: (gets up off the bed) See you later Ryan. (exits room)
Ryan: At least think about the party?

(Donna walks out to her car. She glances back, almost hoping Ryan had ran after her, but of course, he hadn't. Instead of going home, Donna heads to her friend Ella's house.)

Ella: (opens door) Oh hi Donna. I thought you were hanging out at Ryan's house today?
Donna: (rushes in the door) Yeah well things change. (drops down on lounge) He wants me to go to one of those parties where all you do is drink.
Ella: But he knows you don't drink.
Donna: I know
Ella: Well then he should respect that.
Donna: I think he does, he just doesn't really understand my reasoning.
Ella: (sits next to Donna) Well neither do I, but at least I'm not telling you to go to a drinking party.
Donna: Ella, I thought you of all people understood me.
Ella: Sorry girl, but personally I think alcohol is a right of passage. Don't get me wrong, some people take things too far, but the alcohol is not the evil, it's a quantity.
Donna: Your probably right…
Ella: Plus some alcohol is really, really good (smiles)
Donna: (laughs) Ella!
Ella: You know what… I think you should try some.
Donna: I don't think so…
Ella: Just a little bit?
Donna: (shrugs) I guess so…
Ella: (runs into another room, coming back with a bottle of champagne and two glasses) Here you go (offers the glass)
Donna (reluctantly takes the glass) Just a little bit…
Ella: (pours a half glass) Now, take your time with that, as this is your first.
Donna: Of course (takes a sip) Hey that's not half bad.
Ella: Told you, I know my stuff.
Donna: (swigs the rest) That's actually really good.
Ella: Hey, I told you to take your time.
Donna: Yeah, yeah (pours herself  another glass, filled to the rim)
Ella: Donna, I know it's good, but it's best not to have too much too fast. Your new at this.
Donna: (looks at her glass and puts it down) Your right, I better be off.
Ella: Oh ok, well I'll see you Monday.
Donna: See ya

(Donna drives her car back to Ryan's place. She walks back into his house, Ryan is surprised to see her.
Ryan: Oh hi Donna, wasn't expecting you back so soon. Did you miss me?
Donna: I wanna go to the party with you.
Ryan: But before you said…
Donna: I know what I said, but I changed my mind. I want to go.
Ryan: Are you sure? You seemed so certain before…
Donna: I'm sure. When's the party?
Ryan: (looks over at a clock) In a few hours… What shall we do till then?
Donna: We could go for a little drive…?
Ryan: Why would we….oh! Oh, yeah  think that's a good idea… (smiles)
Donna: (takes his hand)

(A few hours later, Donna and Ryan turn up at the party. Already there is insanely loud music)

Ryan: (to some guy Donna doesn't know) Hey man! Party looks like it's really hitting off.
Guy: Yeah man, it crazy in here. I've already run out of hard beer, I've hard to switch to light while I get someone to go buy more. What took you so long? (spots Donna) And who is this gorgeous thing?
Ryan: Oh this is my girlfriend Donna. We got…lost on the way here.
Guy: Nice job man. You gonna introduce me?
Ryan: Oh, um Donna this is Brad. This is his party.
Donna: Um…nice to meet you. (offers to shake his hand)
Brad: The pleasure is all mine. (takes her hand and kiss it)
Ryan: (looks annoyed)
Brad: Yes well, you guys have fun. The beers are in the fridge over there.
Donna: Um, thanks.
Brad: (walks away)
Donna: (walks to the fridge and grabs two beers. She walks back to Ryan and hands him one.) There you go.
Ryan: Since when do you drink?
Donna: (shrugs) Since now (opens the bottle and takes a sip)
Ryan: But your like seriously against this stuff. This goes against everything you believe.
Donna: Weren't you the one who told me one or two couldn't hurt. Plus Brad said they're light beers.
Ryan: I guess…
Donna: Stop worrying and come dance.
Ryan: (opens his beer) Sure.

(Hours later, after dancing, flirting and a few more drinks, Donna is totally wasted. She collapse down on a nearby lounge.)
Ryan: (sits down next to Donna)You ok?
Donna: Sure, I've only had a few  light beers. I think I'm just tired…
Ryan: How many did you have?
Donna: Um…maybe 10?
Ryan: Ten in 2 hours? How did you manage that?
Donna: I don't know (sits up, but then instantly lies back down) Wow that felt weird.
Ryan: Honey, you are so drunk.
Donna: Maybe I stood just lie down for awhile… (eyes Ryan) or maybe we could go somewhere more private…..
Ryan: Are you suggesting….
Donna: Uh huh (smiles cheekily)
Ryan: But you never…
Donna: Well things change…
Ryan: I don't think so Donna.
Donna: Are you saying no?
Ryan: I never thought I would, but yeah I am. We can't do it with you in this state.
Donna: So your saying no?!
Ryan: Honey, calm down. I'm not saying no, I'm saying not now. Honey your wasted.
Donna: So?
Ryan: Well…call me old fashion…but I don't want to be the only one who remembers…
Donna: Fine…if you won't give me what I want, I'll go find someone who will. (storms off)
Ryan: (grabs Donna's hand)
Donna:  Let go off me.
Ryan: Donna, whatever your thinking of doing, you are going to regret it.
Donna: Let go off me! (yanks her hand away)
Ryan: Donna!

Donna: That's the last thing I remember, and even that was fuzzy. I guess I hit the beer too much too fast. The rest of that night is a mystery to me. I woke up on the lounge at Ryan's, but I have no idea how I got there. I ask Ryan, but he just said, "I brought you home."
Guess I'll never know…

Ryan: Donna did things I'd never, ever thought she would do. And worse still, she was doing things to other guys that wouldn't do with me. She was (shudders) all over them, at one point even Brad. Son of a bitch. Luckily I stopped her before anyone got into a bed. I drove her to my place. I never thought Donna would need me so much and not realise. I decided it was best not to tell her what happened that night. Some things are best unknown.

(Donna is over Ella's early Monday morning before school.)
Ella: So he won't tell you what happened?
Donna: Yeah, nothing. All I know is I had a whopping hangover in the morning.
Ella: Wow, you must have done something really bad.
Donna: You think?
Ella: Why else wound he not tell you?
Donna: Oh my god! You don't think that I… oh god I hope not.
Ella: You have to ask him. You have a right to know.
Donna: I'll ask him later…
Ella: Sure…

(After school, Donna found Ryan sitting at a bench staring at the ground. He seemed to be thinking of a bad memory, Donna could tell from the look on his face. Donna sat down beside him.)
Donna: (hugs Ryan) What happen Ryan. What did I do?
Ryan: (moves away from Donna) I…I don't know what you're talking about.
Donna: Oh come on Ryan. You've barely looked at me since Saturday night. What did I do?
Ryan: It's n…nothing.
Donna: (holds Ryan's face in her hands) What. Did. I. Do?
Ryan: You….. got really, really drunk.
Donna: I know.
Ryan: Yeah, and you tried to….
Donna: Oh god really?
Ryan: Yeah, but I wouldn't let you. I knew you'd regret having your first time while drunk.
Donna: Aww Ryan that's so sweet of you (kisses Ryan)
Ryan:  Yeah…well the you got angry and you….you were all over a heap of other guys. (lowers his head) and I had to watch you, and t..try and s..stop you.
Donna: Oh Ryan, I am so sorry. I had no idea what I was doing. I would have never….
Ryan: I..I know
Donna: That doesn't change anything does it?
Ryan: (turns to Donna) I am never taking you to one of those parties again. Actually you know what, I'm not going to them either.
Donna: If your sure.
Ryan: Oh I am…it's not like I can be friends with any of those guys now
Donna: Oh…
Ryan: (shudders) They weren't even that drunk and they… even Brad was…
Donna: Oh baby, come here (hugs Ryan)
Ryan:  I thought they were my friends…. I don't know who to trust anymore…
Donna: Well you can trust me, I'm off the stuff for good.
Ryan: (smiles) I should have never told you to go against your instinct.
Donna: I shouldn't have felt I had to prove myself…
Ryan: What! You never had to prove yourself.
Donna: I know that now…
Ryan: (kisses Donna's forehead)
Donna: Hey, you need a ride home? We could take the long way…..
Ryan: (smiles) You're on.