Was it an accident..?

Chapter 2

TW: ALCOHOL / UNDERAGE DRINKING, THROWING UP, SMOKING, VAPING.

Through the speakers, 'Toxic - Britney Spears' played. It was on the verge of being heard from the outside. Rue stepped inside, shutting the door behind them before being tackled by a hug from a familiar face.

"Heyy!!!" Kit shouted over the music to make sure it heard him.

"Hi, Kit!" Rue shouted back laughing, "God this music is loud-"

"It is-!" Kit nodded letting go of Rue and pulling it towards the kitchen, "C'mon, let us get you a drink!"

Rue nodded and allowed itself to be dragged over by them, sitting down on a nearby couch and placing its bag next to them. Kit brought over a can of cider placing it in Rues' hands while he had his own in his.

"I love your outfit by the way!!" Kit exclaimed, taking a sip of their drink.

"Back at you!" Rue giggled, " Cheers!" 

The two clanked their cans and took a swing of the classic party drink. Kit looks over and sees a few of their other mates grabbing Rues' arm and pulling them over. 

"Hey guys!" He shouted, getting the attention of their mates. They looked over and pushed their way through the crowd, everyone hugging each other. Rue had accepted its fate of being dragged around all night. 'Mr. Brightside - The Killers began playing and someone - Rue couldn't tell who - shouted something about loving this song. After a little, everyone joined in screaming the song lyrics occasionally taking sips of their drinks.

~Time Skip: Later in the night.~

It was about 11:00, and due to the fact Rue had drunk can after can of cider - as well as half a bottle of beer - from around 8:00 they had started feeling ill. Kit and the various other people that they had somehow collected throughout the night were talking.

Rue tapped him on the shoulder, "I'll be right back!"

Kit nodded giving Rue a thumbs up as it left through the crowd and to the bathrooms. 

Rue opened the door to the bathroom speed-walking in and leaning over the toilet seat, throwing up almost immediately. It had drunk way too much-. A voice appeared behind them making it jump.

"Christ, you've had way too much to drink-" Blake commented. They sat on the window sill, legs hanging out of the window while lighting a cigarette. 

"Shit- You scared me," Rue muttered rinsing out their mouth, "Sorry you had to see that and I walked in." They tried being cut off.

"Dude does it look like a fucking care." They deadpanned.

"Rude much-" Rue rolled their eyes, "What are you doing in here anyway." 

"Lighting a cig? What does it look like." Blake scoffed, taking a hit of it.

"No shit, state the obvious why don't you-" It said sarcastically taking its vape out taking a few puffs.

"What, you can't handle fags?" Blake smirked.

"Well I want to keep my lungs, thank you very much." Rue shot back.

"Go get me a drink why don't you?" Blake gestured to the door, "And don't you dare get yourself another one before you think of it. I don't want to watch you puke again."

"Oh my god.. fine. I'll be right back." It huffed, standing and leaving to get a drink before returning with a can of beer and throwing it over to Blake.