Anastasia

3 - Kinks

  Ludovica.

  "Why are you throwing a party again?" I push past the sweaty, drunk bodies for a second time on my pizza night. At least I wouldn't have a repeat of last time. A couple of fighters forced me to celebrate properly. I had a quick shower in the locker rooms before heading to the bar so I wouldn't frighten anyone with the sight of my face. 

"It's not exactly a party just a small celebration. Seems we're on a winning streak too." I spot the team, adorned in their jerseys, and a few additional people. True to his words, it's much smaller than the borderline rager he threw last week. 

"As long as no one goes in my bathroom."

"Bathroom is off limits. Now come and join us." Still coming down from my high and slightly buzzed, I decide to join him. We move to the backyard and Jordan pours me a drink from one of the two kegs he's managed to procure. 

"You better make up for the pizza and movie night. This is the second one in a row," I insist. 

"Ah, technically only one. We're having a movie night tonight."

"I don't know if you're aware Jordan but you are currently hosting a party, with at least fifty people." 

"Party sh-marty. These guys have an hour before I'm kicking them all out. And I'll get your favorite pizza. So enjoy yourself for a while, celebrate your win, celebrate my win and we can drunkenly feast on pizza. Deal?"

"Deal," I chuckle, locking my pinky around his. Knocking my drink back, I head to the kitchen to get something more my speed. I combine a bunch of fruity liquors and pray for the best. 

"Boo!" I jolt at the sudden whisper in my ear. I turn on my heel quickly, curling my fingers in a fist. About to fling my fist out blindly, a hand covers mine. 

"Don't hit me. It's me," Calla shrieks. 

"Oh my God. Don't do that," I exclaim, swatting her shoulder. 

She presses a hand to her chest. "I can't believe you were about to punch me."

"What did you expect?" I deadpan. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you. Where have you been? It's been like a week since I've seen you."

"Sorry," I wince. "I've had a lot of fights lined up recently."

"So I've heard. Jordan's been flaunting about you all week. It is still no excuse for the no shows at school."

"I've been resting," I shrug. Calla gives me that look which says she's not happy about my answer, even though I'm as honest as possible, but she won't bring it up because she's gotten used to my 'poor choice of words'.

"Well, resting is officially over." Calla snatches the cup out of my hand and I mix together another concoction to drink. She takes my hand and drags us to the beer pong table. 

After two rematches we are sore losers. It seems my aim is only useful on the human body. I couldn't figure out how to launch a ping pong ball from one end of the table to the other if my life depended on it. And Calla's too drunk to even see straight. The fruity liquors worked their magic. 

For the remainder of the hour I'm refilling our drinks, dancing along with Calla, and definitely making a fool out of myself. We sing along to every obnoxious song she requests at the top of our lungs. The alcohol loosens my limbs and the small celebration gets ten times better. 

Jordan joins in eventually and the music shifts to childhood throwbacks which I'm ninety-nine percent of the male population here doesn't appreciate. Although, you would be surprised how many boys are familiar with the Aladdin soundtrack.