The Girl Who Took the Drink III
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“This is a shitty party.”
Han turned to me with a disapproving glare as she finished up her drink. “Then why the f**k are you still here?” She frowned at me. Obviously, I was trying to ruin her mood and it appears to be working. “Get the f**k home and not ruin everyone’s night, Four!”
As planned.
“You f*****g forced me to come here and you’re telling me to leave?”
She grinned. Her mood swings tell me she took in another one of Wally’s candies. She’s f*****g drunk with the vodka they were serving, high on whatever sick capsule she took from the gang, and she’s crazy. “Tell you what,” she suddenly wrapped her stinking sweaty arms around my shoulder and pointed at a corner. “Why don’t you go have fun with those…?” She flapped her hand in the air, twisting her ankle and laughing it off. “Those loners and tell me all about it in the morning? I’m sure that’ll be very interesting.” She wasn’t even pointing at something. She was pointing at a trash bin – how sane of her. “I’ll just see you tomorrow, eh? Ba-bye!”
I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath as I make my way through the smelly crowd. Everything here smelled disorienting that made my nose scrunch up in disgust – there’s liquor, perfume, deodorant, chips, sweat – it’s nasty. I feel like I’m in a dump box. I just don’t understand how they can still put up such high energy in this kind of environment. I’m almost passing out here and they all, still, look like they’re having the best nights of their lives.
If it weren’t for Han and for that old baldy forcing me to apologize to that b***h, I wouldn’t even be here. It’s not always good to have friends by your side when all they do is party. I do like parties (don’t get me wrong), just not as passionate about it as them. Tonight’s just not my night and I’m not feeling the energy to party like an animal like everyone else is.
“Four?”
Now, what.
“Four, hey!”
“Gavin.”
Fucking Gavin.
“It’s been a long time huh?”
No s**t Sherlock. “Ha ha,”
“You still banging on some strippers or something?”
I squinted my eyes at him. He better take that back. “What did you just say?”
This d**k better shut his mouth before I pull his precious teeth out but he didn’t shut up, he leaned closer to me and he groped my thighs. My eyes jolted back to him assuming he would take his hands off me with a glare. “What do you say we go for a r—”
I splashed the remaining fluid of my cup over to his face causing him to jump away from me.
“WHAT THE F— Are you kidding me?!” He exclaimed but I kept a calm collected face. “ARE YOU f*****g KIDDING ME?!” He repeated making me smirk wider.
“Sorry,” I stepped away from him worried I’ll get myself wet from his soaked up face. “My hands.” I show him a pair. “They have a bad habit of slipping when they sense fucktards and shitheads like you.”
His eyes scream shame. “You f*****g bi—”
“Save it.” I pushed him out of my way and headed to a more peaceful place. Although I doubt that there would be a more peaceful place in this house, everyone’s having it tonight after all. They’re all so hyper like school’s not happening tomorrow. “Waste your energy on the bed. You might get bad at something you’re only good at.”
“You b***h,”
I served one last smirk before walking away from that ruckus. Now, where should I even be at? I guess this party’s better than home – far better. I’d rather waste my time here and be bored to death than going home.
“Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!”
My attention diverted to the one group of people who were screaming their lungs out like they were trying to wake the neighbors up on purpose and potentially getting our asses to jail. I frowned at the people there as I watched them bang their fists against the wooden floor.
“Walter?” I crossed my arms and saw the latter smirking as he eyed the guy across him.
The guy he was trying to mess with was holding a red cup and he doesn’t look like he’s been here – not even once. His outfit screamed library and this is no library. I’ve never seen this guy before and he doesn’t look like he could be someone like Terry nor was he someone that would be hanging out with Terry.
This kid won’t be able to take whatever is in that cup judging on the look of his face. Walter’s too satanic to not give this kid a horrible f****d up drink. For I know, there could be ecstasy with it or some s**t.
I shook my head and walked towards the circle they made. I can’t believe I’m about to save this kid’s ass. Grabbing the red cup from the poor guy, I drink it up in one shot.
This is definitely not vodka.
The bitterness and sourness of it made my tongue numb and my throat dry and hot – this isn’t normal. It was tingling my throat like some kind of a cracker and my throat’s pretty resistant to alcohol by now. This is not anywhere close to vodka. Whatever s**t Walter put in this cup was obviously to screw this stupid guy who, for some reason, is in a party full of people who are veterans of this type of environment. “That vodka was really strong.”
Walter looked at me in amusement but I just sent him a glare before rolling my eyes in disbelief. “Still being feisty now, are you, Four?” I heard him say and my blood just boils at the sound of that nickname from his voice. Even I’m getting drowsy from the drink – what more to this kid. Everyone in the group turned their heads toward me. “Drink for me?”
I pushed the cup over Walter’s chest. “Keep dreaming, Terry.”
At that, I marched away after glaring at the kid – a caution to tell him that he shouldn’t be here in the first place. He should have just stayed in his room and watched Detective Conan or some s**t ‘till midnight because he ain’t one of us. The kid stared back with his puppy eyes making my stomach feel more upset than it already is. I’m starting to feel the acid eating up my stomach and I’m about to lose every bit of sanity left in my system.
“Go home.”
So should I. I need to go home and remind myself how f*****g stupid I am again.
- Writer
