𝑯𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐 ⁽ᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉⁿᶻᵒ⁾

¹ come home

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[english, italian]

⠀⠀⠀⠀IMELDA SMITH ALONG with her two closest friends were at a costume party being held by someone in her major. As soon as she opened the doors, cheers erupted from the people inside. There was no denying it. They all knew that she was the life of the party. She stuck her tongue out, practically feeding off the energy in the crowd.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Imelda you made it!" Her classmate, Reggie greeted. He moved aside so Imelda and her group could enter the house. She barely got one foot in the door before someone handed her a shot which she downed without a question of what it was. "I didn't expect you to come."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hey! You know I'm always going to be where the party at." Imelda replied, finally stepping into the house. She gestured towards a bottle of dark liquor in her hand. "And I brought a bottle!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"What are you supposed to be?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀Imelda smirked as she dropped her faux fur coat that she found at a random thrift shop on the ground. "Isn't it obvious? A stripper!" She turned around, showing her asscheeks to the world before turning back around with a chuckle. "Where the drinks at?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"In the kitchen!" He shouted over the loud music that blasted from the speakers. Imelda grabbed her both of her friends' hands and led them to the kitchen where an island full of drinks awaited them. The girl did not waste anytime going straight to the Hennessy. Many people can't handle the strong taste but one thing about Imelda, she loves her some grown man liquor. She took the cap off of the top and started pouring it in her mouth waterfall style. People around her saw this and started cheering her on.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Chug! Chug! Chug!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀Imelda kept chugging until her friend had to snatch the bottle from her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"That's too damn much." Her friend, Miya scolded her. "You drunk nearly half the bottle!" She handed Imelda a water bottle to replace the Hennessy. Imelda giggled, tossing the bottle away from her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I wanna... dansh." Imelda slurred her words as she began to stumble towards the living room or so she thought. She was moving in her mind but her body was not moving with her. Maybe her friend was right... That was a little too much.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"IMELDA!" Miya shook her, snapping her out of her drunken daze. "Your phone has been going off for the past five minutes."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Imelda rolled her eyes. She automatically assumed it was one of the many guys she messed around with. She checked the caller ID, eyes widening upon seeing who was calling. She excused herself and made her way to the bathroom that was upstairs, pushing her way through sweaty bodies on the dance floor. She groaned in disgust when a random dude tried to grind up on her. She shoved him out of her way then rushed up the stairs. Once she was in front of the bathroom, she gripped the door handle and twisted.