Drunk Upper class woman - Makes out with anyone - even with a Rickshaw Puller(video+)

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Scene 11: The 'Masti' 

Kian was shaking. He couldn't stop. He was just standing there, breathing hard, looking at the empty patch of pavement where the man had been.
The rickshaw puller, seeing Kian's pure, white-hot rage, had jumped on his pedal and was gone, disappearing into the traffic in two seconds. He wanted no part of this.

Anya was on the ground, starting to cry. It was a drunk, confused, angry cry.

Anya: (Her voice a wail) “You pushed me! Kian, you’re mean! You hurt my arm!”

Zara: (Her face was pale, the "fun" completely gone. She was now 100% practical.) “Kian! Kian, chhod (leave it). We have to go. Now. Before someone calls the security officer.”

Kian: (His voice was dead, hollow. He wasn't looking at Anya. He was looking at the spot the man had been.) “He... she... her hand was on him, Zara. She... she...”

He couldn't finish. He felt like he was going to be sick, right there on the pavement.

Zara: (She grabbed Kian's arm and shook him, hard.) “Kian! Look at me! I don't care! She is talli(drunk), she is pagal(mad), and we are in the middle of the road. Help me.”

She grabbed the water bottle she had bought and crouched down next to Anya.

Anya: (Sniffling, pushing the bottle away) “Don't want it! Want to go home...”

Zara: (Her voice was a hiss, no more "masti," no more "baba") “Anya, shut up. Shut up and drink this. Now.”
She forced the bottle to Anya's lips. Anya, shocked by her tone, coughed and drank, spilling water all down her chin.

Zara: “Now get up. Get up, or I am leaving you here.”

Anya: “I can't... my leg hurts...”

Zara: (Looking at Kian) “Kian, soch kya raha hai (what are you thinking)? Grab her other arm. We have to move.”
Kian looked at Anya.

His face was like stone. The "Professor" was gone. The blushing, secret-crush boy was gone. The "strong, angry" Kian she had liked in the cafe was also gone.

This was someone else. He looked... broken. And disgusted.
He moved mechanically, like a robot, and grabbed Anya's other arm.
He didn't hold her. He didn't support her. He hauled her to her feet.

Anya: “Oww! Kian! Bas!”
They were a horrible sight.

After 2 hours, she was home. She lied to her parents about food poisoning.
But all 3 of them know, Anaya shouldn't drink again. They made her promise that she will not drink again. 

But that promise broke after few months.