"One! Two! Three! Bonfire!" The boys cried out as they lit a stack of wood in a ploom of fire, bursting outwards. People cheered in the background at our charming display of arson.
"God I love fire." I murmured, entranced by the flames. Alby had decided to let us have one based on the fact that our moral hadn't been the greatest...with my attempted murder and all. I was so focused on the sparks and embers that floated in the air I wasn't really looking out. That's when Winston ran into me.
I almost toppled over, startled from the situation.
"Woah!" He caught his balance to save the drinks he was holding. "Sorry y/n. Didn't see you there."
"It's okay. I was just spacing out anyways. Didn't see you either."
"Well here." He held out a jar, filled with that familiar golden amber liquid. "Let me make it up to you." I pushed it back towards him.
"Oh, thanks Winston but I've tried that stuff and if I'm being honest here...it's just fucking nasty."
"Ohhh wait. You've probably only had the straight shoot version of it. Uh, come on." He motioned over to the kitchen. "I got just the thing for that. Lemme show you."
Once we were in the kitchen Winston slipped past Frypan to the the fridge. Opening it up he took out a can of soda and a lime. I watched as he cut into the lime, citrus wafting up to my nose. Then he poured the soda into the remains of Gally's drink, adding salt around the rim, squeezing a stream of the lime's juice in.
"There you go Greenie." He handed the drink to me with a smile. "Try it now." Gripping onto the glass I hesitantly brought it up to my lips. Wincing in preparation for a repeat of last time.
This was not the case.
Sugar splashed onto my tongue to my delightful surprise, seeping into my tastebuds. The lime came to me next, a sour thrill that practically made my pupils dilate. Salt was the perfect twist, saved for last.
"Oh my God." My mouth gaped open from the flavors. The once burning, bitter liquid had turned into mouth watering ecstasy. "Holy shit that's good!"
"Right!" Winston looked smug as he said. "Yeah I'm basically like the alcohol wizard around here. No offense but you're boyfriends drink kind of sucked so I had to learn how to doctor it up."
"None taken!" I threw the glass back, drinking the blissfulness. A little too fast for Winston's liking.
"Woah woah woah." He wrapped his hand on my wrist to stop me. "You have to sip it y/n. Savor it. You're drinking too fast."
"Whatever." I giggled. "I can't even taste the alcohol."
"That's why you have to slow down. Got it?"
"Sure. Mmh hmm." I brushed past him to enjoy the party.
___________________________Ever since that first taste the night started to just simply...be better. First there was my buzz. My body started to tingle, feeling all warm and cozy. I felt like I was one bright vibrating being of light. Smiles came so much easier, I wasn't as careful with my touches and voices became louder. The fire glowing even brighter than I'd ever seen before. So this is what alcohol is like?
Then I started to feel an instinctual urge to talk to every single person who ever existed on the planet, flitting around from group to group. A social butterfly ready to stretch my wings. Playful smacks on the shoulder and laughs became the norm. Fingers brushing up against each other was regular. Being liquored up was so...oh there's Henry. I had to go say hi to Henry.
After downing another drink I was ready to PARTY. Giggling all silly I found my way over to Gally who had just finished another round of the circle game.
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