Ambivalently Yours

Margs and Beer Pong

"I, for one, am ecstatic that it's the weekend," you say as you check your reflection in the mirror one last time.

"Are you actually going to enjoy the weekend, or are you going to do homework the entire time?" Liz counters.

"I'm literally waiting on an Uber with you to go to your friend's house party," you remind her.

"Just checking," she replies. She checks her phone. "It's like two blocks away, let's head out."

Liz's friend who was hosting the party was a relatively new friend; she'd met him in one of her education classes at the beginning of the semester. They'd bonded over their mutual love for gossip and day drinking, and what better way to foster that relationship than an invite to a house party?

You were ready to let loose. You'd busted your ass all week working on your debate research, and all you wanted to do was forget about homework for a night and get a little drunk.

The party was supposed to be relatively small, but you weren't so sure her new friend knew the meaning of the word when you were deposited in the street in front of the house. The large front porch was decently packed with people, and it looked as though the house itself was nearly bursting at the seams. Liz chuckles as she leads the way up the sidewalk.

"I know what you're thinking, and for Jonathan, this is small," she says as she weaves around people on the porch. "Come on, lets go get a drink."

You follow Liz inside, stopping along the way to be introduced to some of her new friends. Once you've made it to the kitchen, you find a very animated, strikingly handsome boy making frozen margaritas in an ancient looking blender.

"Johnny boy!"

"Lizzy!" he calls back gleefully over the sound of the blender. He reaches out to give her a side hug when she approaches him. "Hi, gorgeous, how are you?"

"Good, good, this is—" she starts to gesture to you.

"Oh, you're y/n, you're just as Liz described you. Stunning. Margarita?" he says, pointing to the green concoction.

"Absolutely, thanks," you say as he begins to pour from the blender.

He presses a cold, plastic cup in your hand and pushes a straw down into it. "I'm going to keep making new batches until I can no longer stand," he says, grinning at both of you as he takes a sip from his own cup. "There's also a pony keg, and some other liquors in the freezer, but no guarantees that the mixers will last."

"Thanks, Jonathan. I think we're gonna do a lap," Liz says, patting his shoulder. "We'll be back around for refills in a little bit."

Liz loops her arm through yours and talks off walking. "He seems really nice," you comment as you make your way out of the kitchen. "And super cute."

"He's adorable, but he knows it," she says with a laugh. "Makes a damn good margarita, though."

You nod in agreement. You sip at your drinks as you walk around the house, greeting some of the people you know through Liz and stopping to chat here and there. You don't even realize you've finished your drink until you hear the telltale slurp of your straw in the empty cup.

"Let's loop back through the kitchen for another drink," you suggest, and Liz nods, steering you back towards the front of the house.

Jonathan refills your margaritas, and then you're back to meandering through the house. It was getting to be a little stuffy, so Liz suggests you go out on the back patio.

"Excellent idea," you reply, making your way to the sliding glass doors.

Liz reaches out to open the door and groans in frustration when it opens only halfway. "Well shit," she says with a laugh.