Short Story 'Luke': A Narrative Fiction

“Luke....Luke where are you? Damn my blindness to hell.”
I start trying to push my way through the crowd of people, looking for my friend. They just had to be short. They just had to wear mostly black. And they just had to disappear when I specifically told them not to while i went to the bathroom. I knew for a fact Luke was going to drink here and I was not about to have something happen to them.
I pull my phone out and try texting them. Hopefully they would reply soon.
“Hey there. You want something to drink?” Some drunk dude asks me.
“No thanks. I don’t drink.”
“C’mon, it won’t kill you.” He says, shoving the beer at me.
“Yes, it would actually.”
“Leave her alone, Nathan.”
“Whatever man.”
I turn around to thank my rescuer and see none other than Jacksepticeye. I knew this was a party for those attending the gaming convention, but I didn’t expect to see anyone big here.

“The name’s Jack. What’s your name?”
“Kaylee.” I tell him, shaking his hand.
“Oh you’re one of the interpreters, uh?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Cool. Do you know who you’re assigned to yet?” He asks.
“No, I find out tomorrow. I wish I knew though so I could practice keeping up with their speed.”
“Yeah, I feel sorry for unlucky son of a bitch who is stuck with me. I talk fast at times and get very loud.”
“I know. I watch your videos.”
“Oh really? Well it’s always nice to meet a viewer.”
“Thanks.” I say, chuckling.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why can’t you drink?”
“I don’t mind. I’m a type one diabetic and alcohol makes my blood sugar go really high and then drop fast. It’s just a bad time all around.”
“Well I’ll watch out for you then. Make sure no one gives you