We meet again

Part 17

Buttercup POV:

Drink. Flip. Drink. Flip. Drink. Flip. The cycle was repetitive. As much as I hated the conditions of this little bet, I sure as hell wasn't gonna lose. We ended in a tie the last time, and I count that as a loss. I'm not looking forward to wining, nor am I looking forward to losing. However, I'd rather have the sweet victory of another win than allow that jackass the pleasure of it. So currently I'm downing so much alcohol that my heads starting to spin and my visions getting a bit blurry. I'm honestly not one-hundred percent certain I'm gonna be able to find my way back to my dorm tonight. It's really easy to get my sisters drunk... Bubble's the easiest. She does not handle alcohol well at all. One time during sophomore year I convinced her to come to a part with me. She had a few shots and next thing I know she's dancing on top of the table. Blossom (believe it or not) has in fact had alcohol before. Shocking, I know. It was at our dad's friend's wedding. She thought she was going for the punch bowl, but it was actually the wine bowl. I thought it was weird that they put wine in a bowl instead of leaving it in the bottle, but whatever. She took a few drinks and decided she actually liked it. I didn't have the heart to tell her it wasn't punch.... When we got home she passed out on the couch and I told her the next day that she drank like half the 'punch' bowl. She was pissed.

"And Buttercup wins!" The guy says as I flip the last cup. I throw my hands up in the air and yell in victory. Everyone claps and cheers as I do my signature victory dance.

I look towards Butch and stick out my tongue while flipping him off. He rolls his eyes then claps his hands slowly. Now this is when the reality sinks in, and I automatically stop whatever the hell I was doing. "Shit." I mutter underneath my breath. 'Maybe they'll forget! Yeah! Maybe they'll forget and go do something else!' Oh I hope nobody'll remember. I was so caught up on winning that I forgot about the end result. Shit. Fuck. Damnit!

Slowly I begin to take cautious steps out the room. Soon I found myself in a room filled with a bunch of random people. I swear these people have a fucking huge dorm room, like what the fuck man! Anyways, as I'm still creeping through the crowd I begin to look for my sister. I left Bubbles in the hands of Boomer, who I thought was capable enough of keeping her out of trouble. Blossom was somewhere with Brick, and as much as it pained me to say it, he was reliable enough to make sure she wouldn't die tonight.

I saw the familiar mop of blonde hair as it leaned over and kissed some dude across from her. I saw Boomer sitting beside her so I didn't need to go make sure everything was okay. As irresponsible as I may seem, I do care deeply about my sisters wellbeing. When Bubbles went with me to that one party in high school, I had made sure she was far enough away from me to feel like she had her own privacy, but I kept her close enough to where I could swoop in incase something happened. I must say I'm very thankful for having the guys here this time. I don't have to watch over them and deal with whatever happens when they get drunk. Tonight, I was free to do as I pleased without worrying about them.

"Found you."

My reflexes took over before I even had the chance to process the voice. One minute they were behind me, next they were on the floor in a chokehold. I realized it was my counterpart and quickly scampered to my feet. "Jesus Christ, Butch! I'm gonna kill you one of these days!"

"I thought you saw me!" He stood up and rubbed his neck. "Ow."

Knowing full well there was probably gonna be a bruise there tomorrow, I did feel a little bad. Not a lot though! It's just you know that feeling when you accidentally hit your coach in the head instead of their glove with the baseball? That's kinda how I felt. "Don't scare me like that."

"Didn't know you could get scared, Butters."

"Oh ha ha," I rolled my eyes at him. Idiot. What a fucking idiot.