In all honesty, I've been dreading this whole 'kickback thing' at Nate's since it was mentioned to me. I can't leave a single party without getting black-out drunk and with training tomorrow I need to restrict myself to at least only three shots, maybe a couple of beers, four or five shotguns- Fuck.
I pull into Nate's packed driveway, secluding my bike so it doesn't get knocked over or touched by some drunk. I'm wearing a black long sleeve compression shirt with black dickies pants, two things I quite literally live in.
Slinging my helmet through my left arm I rev my bike a few times hoping to get one of the guys out hear so I'm not walking through the house like a lost puppy.
"Cameron!" Nate exclaims walking out the side gate and walking towards me. I do a silent victory clap in my head before stepping off my bike and greeting Nate.
"Palmer, nice place bro." I nod.
"Oh shut up, this place probably looks like a shack compared to yours. Heard you scored the last beachfront penthouse in Oceanside." He congratulates walking us towards the backyard.
"Something like that." I agree. I hate talking about the things that I have, because anything that I've ever owned or been given is basically a pity gift from my father. Pathetic.
"Humble bastard." Palmer scoffs sarcastically. The backyard is packed, tens of people crowding the pool and lounge chairs, while others gather around the grill and firepits.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scanning the area for August. Neither her or the guys need to know that though.
Nate and I talk for a few more minutes before he goes to greet more people piling in through the gate.
"Can I get you a drink?" A female voice says behind me. I immediately know it isn't August by the sound of her voice and mainly the gesture. August Renna offering me a drink? Yeah fucking right.
I slowly turn around to find a short black haired girl fiddling with the cup in her hand. Her eyes bloodshot and her smile lopsided. Fucking hell I just got here and half the party is already drunk.
"I'm okay. Looks like you're already occupied with your own." I insist as I take step back.
The girl mimics my step and lets out a drunk giggle, "I could be occupied with something else." She smirks.
I give a sarcastic smile and walk the fuck off. "God, I really hope that's not how I act drunk." I whisper to myself as I head inside the house. There is double the amount of people inside and I hesitate to continue walking in, the last thing I want is to interact with anyone I don't know.
"Yo, Cam!" Caden yells from the kitchen. The dudes got at least five girls crowding him and I can't help but laugh at the sight.
"Got a lot on your plate, Tanner." I joke pointing at the girl twirling the drawstring of his sweatpants.
"Yeah, yeah," He chuckles, "Go get yourself a drink bro, get loose." Caden insists pointing towards the large bar located along the backwall of the kitchen.
I give him a slight nod and walk up the the bar eager to down a few drinks. I only feel myself when I'm intoxicated, which isn't something I'm willing to verbally admit.
Ever since the incident, drinking has been the only thing getting me through the day. With lifeguard season coming up, I'm going to have to cut my drinking atleast two-thirds.
"I need a new fucking hobby." I whisper to myself grabbing a red solo cup.
"That kind of night?" The guy next to me says making two drinks. I turn towards him deciding to not be an arrogant asshole and engage in the conversation.
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