House of memories

Chapter 30

Tw: underaged drinking

Bright colourful lights filled the dark room as people danced and sang (well more like screamed) along to lyrics of songs. The food table was a mess now, chips all over the place, the glass jar of jelly beans spilt over the floor. It was a complete mess.

The smell of alcohol was strong. People holding brown glass bottles as they danced with each other. Sweaty bodies moving against one another as we all jumped and moved to beat. It was, so chaotic.

While its just everyone who was staying with us. It still felt like there were hundreds of people there.

Before the party started we all agreed not to get too drunk, but we all agreed with the idea of getting a bit tipsy.... ;).

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It was currently 11:38 pm and we had all had at least 1 drink. I didn't know who were light weights and who weren't, but it became pretty obvious pretty quick.

"Nickkk." Alex skipped over to nick giddily, laughing and giggling with every step.

"Hello quackity." Nick responded.

"Did you know- that- you're reallyyyy hot." Alex slurred as he leaned against nicks shoulder.

"Jesus Christ Quackity. How many drinks have you had?" Nick said with a chuckle.

"1. And a half." He chuckled.

"Holy fuck you're such a light weight." Nick walked off with alex so he could calm him down.

I had only had 1, and I felt perfectly normal. And that was about an hour again. I didn't know wether to feel guilty about drinking or not. I mean, I wasn't legal, but no one even mentioned us "kids" drinking and if it was right or wrong. So we just went for it.

Beer was gross. It was really bitter and tasted almost like vinegar. I'd technically had beer before, but I don't know if having tiny sip of your dads beer at a family lunch when you were 9 counts. But I knew that it was gross.

Everyone else was drinking and seemed to like it, so despite my dislike of beer, I forced one down. I wanted to at least say I had one. With every sip I took, the cold liquid would burn the inside of my throat as it creeped its way down to my stomach. A gag would leave my lips as it fully made it's way down.

Every sip gave me this sense of adrenaline, and despite the gross flavour, I kept drinking. And drinking, and drinking until I had finished the entire bottle.

There, now I'm satisfied.

"Oi! For all you pussys who hate beer, the cider just got here." Wilbur yelled over the music.

Cider? Cider. That was good shit. Non alcoholic cider was the absolute bomb. My dad said that alcoholic cider tastes almost exactly the same. He said that if he gave me an alcoholic cider and an non-alcoholic cider, I wouldn't be able to taste the difference.

I walked over to where Wilbur was standing with 2 cartons of apple cider. Alcoholic apple cider.

"Yo Wilbur. I'm not a pussy but can I have one?" I shouted over the music.

"Hmm, fine I guess." He chucks me a bottle of cider before walking away, leaving the cartons on one of the plastic fold up tables.

They really don't care huh?

I open the cider and take a swig. A sweet apple flavour fizzes in my mouth as the bubbles pop viscously in my mouth. I swallow the sensation with a satisfied sigh. Oh yeah, I can get used to this. I take my drink and walk around to talk to some other people.