The Decuplets

New Years Eve 2 - Scarlett

New Years Eve 2
TW: hints/mentions of SA + underage drinking 

Scarlett

Once we got to the party and went our separate ways, I was feeling good about tonight.

I wanted Josh to be my New Year's kiss.

"Scar!" Brianna shouted, latching onto me. I greeted her back.

"Want to get some pictures real quick?" She suggested, smiling and visibly drunk already.

Handing her phone to a random person, we posed away as our picture was being taken.

I'm not drunk enough.

"I'll be back! Send those to me!" I informed her, scurrying off in search of more alcohol.

I moved around this house and the layout was quite confusing. The kitchen and living room were on opposite ends of the first floor. The upstairs was blocked off, as per usual with house parties. The other rooms consisted of one bathroom and a decently sized dining room— where beer pong was. People were squished.

I spotted my brother Gabe with a few bottles of alcohol distributed amongst him and his friends. Bingo.

"Gabe! Give me some!" I begged, grabbing the bottle from him. I swished down at least 3 shots worth and felt better already— I'll regret that later.

As I went to hand my brother the bottle back, I observed the scene.

Gabe looked fucked: he was slurring his words more than usual, unsteady on his feet, and a little pale.

'Weird,' I thought to myself.

"Try this one," his friend Jacob insisted, "it's so good."

I of course did so, and it was delicious. It was a fruity, sweet flavor— dangerously good.

I hated how sweaty the environment was. As I made my way through the crowd, my arm collided with others, greasing and slithering as our skin made contact.

"I knew I'd find one of you guys here," I enthused, looking at my brother Max at the beer pong table.

"Scarlett, this place is gross," he said, noticeably scheming, "we have to think of something to get this party going."

After a short moment, it was almost as if I could see a light bulb flicker on above Max's head.

Standing up on the table, he cuffed his hands over his mouth for his words to echo. "Beer pong tournament in the dining room! Winner gets five-hundred dollars!"

"Max!" I sighed, wondering why he brought five-hundred dollars to a house party on New Years Eve in the first place.

Swarms of people started piling in, making his so called 'gross' remark even truer.

"Scar, get in on this first round with me!" He yelled, looking as happy as ever.

"As tempting as that is, I'm going to have to pass," I sarcastically answered, trying to make my way out of this room.