"i'm crazy but you like that" - skins

Episode 2.3

Cook and I led the group towards the engagement party we intended on crashing. We had a skip in our step and high hopes for the rest of the night, and we walked with our arms draped around each other as we laughed.

Freddie walked several steps behind us, with the same disgruntled expression on his face that he'd had since the pub.
He still didn't think that crashing this party was a good idea whatsoever. That didn't matter to us.

"Come on, Fred. Lighten up." I called back to him, Cook and I still giggling together.
Freddie groaned. "You two are trouble together, you know that?"

We eventually reached the party and attempted to walk in with our heads held high with an inconspicuous look about us.
But we didn't get there.

The security guard manning the door placed his hand on Cook's chest and pushed him backwards, stopping us all in our tracks.
"Not coming in." He snapped in a monotone voice.
"What?" I frowned at him.
"Why not?" Cook demanded.
"Private party. Plus underage. Plus, don't like the look of you. Not coming in."
I sighed, slightly losing hope in this night getting any better.
"Listen to me, robot." Cook started. "You may rank way above me in terms of strength and size, but at least I can love. Now can you let me in?"
Cook went to push past the security guard who was at least double Cook's size, but this time he was gripped by the collar of his shirt and shoved backwards. The security guard repeated, "not coming in". Each time he said it my hopes for a fun night felt a little more deflated.
"Come on, dude." I pleaded. "Fate has brought him here."
"Do you understand her, mate?" Cook continued, although by the dead expression on the guard's face, we may as well have been attempting to persuade a brick wall. "You're not letting fate in the club. Now can we come in?"
Cook tried his luck at pushing past again, but this time was shoved backwards with such force than he nearly toppled over. "How about you fuck off?" The guard hissed.
By the anger on Cook's face, it was very clear that he was not going to let this go. "How about you're a fucking cock? I'll fucking break your fucking face, mate!"
I laughed immediately at Cook's words, but the guard saw no humour in it. He looked furious. "What?"
"I said I'll fucking break your fucking face -"
I continued to laugh as Freddie intercepted, stepping forwards and pulling Cook backwards. "That's enough. You're going to get your fucking head kicked in here. Come on."

We all wandered about ten feet away from the guard who continued to glare at us.
"Well, I don't think he's going to let us in." Naomi pointed out.
"He's just an obstacle." Cook assured her. "We were meant to go to this party. Fate will sort it."

And in that moment, two girls emerged from the party.
One blonde with an unbearable amount of fake tan and a yellow dress, and the other who looked like...
"Freddie? What the fuck are you doing here?"
Ah, the sister. It made sense. "You're not coming in here. It's private."
"Come on, sis, don't be like that. It's Cook's birthday." Freddie pleaded with her.
"Unless you've got drugs then fuck off and take your friends with you."
Cook stepped forward and draped his arm around Freddie's sister. "Come on, Karen. I'll make it up to you."
Karen immediately removed Cook's arm from anywhere near her as she rolled her eyes. "It's not my decision. It's her party." She gestured to the orange girl beside her.
"Yeah. I'm getting married." The girl gushed.
"Oh, congratulations." Cook smiled, and then - to everyone's surprise - stepped forward, cupped her face between his hands, and inappropriately kissed the bride-to-be.
My jaw dropped in shock at him but then I laughed. I imagined Cook was the type of person that could always surprise you.
"Now will you let us in?" Cook asked after taking a step back.
"Well, I mean... there's a pretty strict dress code." The girl told him.
I watched as Cook pulled a small bag of white powder from his back pocket. "How strict exactly?"

And just like that, we were in. Although inside wasn't what we'd envisioned.

Everyone's faces had dropped, everyone's beside Cook.
"Let's rock and roll, baby!" He yelled loudly, causing several men in tracksuits to turn around. And then he walked off arm in arm with the bride-to-be, leaving the rest of us stood with disappointed expressions.