intoxicated

two

"Girls, they wanna have fun." - Cyndi Lauper, Girls just wanna have fun

By the time we get to the party, it's past nine in the evening and most people are already there. Stacey and I usually aren't ever at a party earlier than 9pm, because a) we probably wouldn't get ready in time anyways, which also leads to b) better late than never or ugly; c) 9 is always around the time when the party actually starts and before that it's so painfully awkward at parties. It's always the weird "I actually really want to start drinking now but no one else is drinking and I should probably wait for more people to arrive"-silence where you just sort of sit around and wait. I think it's best to avoid that period of a party at all costs.

We enter the house and greet a few of our friends and classmates and then part ways; Stacey heads to the dance floor while I head straight to the drinks. Even though Stacey and I are best friends, and have been for as long as I can remember, we don't have the kind of friendship where we have to do everything together. We'll be just fine when we go a week without each other, but I could never replace her. We just get each other and honestly, I don't think I would be able to build that kind of friendship with anyone else.

I find the table with the drinks on it and am about to grab me a bottle of wine, when someone approaches me. "Thirsty?" He asks. I turn around to see Miller, one of my good friends and loyal drinking buddy, with an amused smile on his face.

"Yeah, actually. I really need a drink after that surprise test today." I respond.

"Isn't that your excuse every weekend?" Miller shakes his head and pours each of us a vodka shot. Goodbye wine.

"Actually," I repeat, "It's not an excuse; it's a valid reason." I argue and take one of the shots from his hands. "Speaking of excuses, what's yours this weekend?"

He gives me a look and mumbles an annoyed girlfriends. "Oh really, who's that this week?" I ask, letting out a small breath of laughter. Miller basically goes out with a new girl like every two weeks. It's not even that he's a player or an arrogant piece of sh.it - which is quite frankly what I would probably think he was if I didn't know him, but everyone that has ever met him knows that he's actually a really nice guy. Honestly, I'm not sure why hedoesn't just quit dating since he can't settle with anyone, but I guess some people just have more hope than others.

Miller glares at me, making me laugh a little more. "I literally hate you so much." He says but eventually ends up laughing a little aswell. "Well, cheers to that!" I respond and we both chug the drink.

We take two more shots together until we both feel a bit tipsy and Miller heads god knows where and I head to the dance floor. I dance and I talk to people whose names I should probably know from school but I don't care enough to ask them for it. But they're quite chill so I take some more drinks with some of them. With every drink I have, everything around me becomes dizzier and things have started spinning a few drinks ago but everything is so much easier and lighter and funnier.

It's probably something around 2AM right now and I have absolutely no idea how many drinks I have had, but I don't feel like I need to throw up so there's no reason for me to stop.
I also have absolutely no idea where Stacey is. I think she might be off with Steve, her current crush. I also hope that Steve isn't an excellent kisser because Stacey and Steve both start with st and they would just equal an ugly ship name. (Stave? Stecey? Ew.)
At this point I would also like to remark that I am not a bad friend that doesn't grant her friends anything, it's just that Stacey isn't one to have crushes on people that last as long as it takes for Ed Sheeran to release a new album, they last about the time it takes Louis Tomlinson to destroy someone's career (that's very short, just in case you live under a rock).