the girl at the bottom of the glass

chapter 4: anything was possible in drunk world

2010s

(Soundtrack of the chapter - bad decisions - redhook)

"Don't you like what you see?" I asked with a baby voice I made up.

I spun dramatically in front of George.

He looked up from his book, smiling,
"Of course I like, you are my girlfriend"

I giggled at that. Then I pouted my crimson colored lips.

"Then explain to me again, why are you not coming to the party?"

"Again?", he sighed, "I have a test coming. And i don't even know your friends baby"

"Uh uh, I don't like what you are saying", I kept my pout and turned to the mirror. I checked out my makeup.

I painted my eye lids blue on one eye and red on the other. I had my dyed blonde hair in two pigtails. I even went to the length of temporarily dying my ends red and blue.

I was wearing an exact replica outfit of Harley Quinn from suicide squad. I was obsessed with her since the movie had come out.
I turned around to check my butts in the very short shorts of the costume.

"Hmm, you are really wearing that?", George asked, as in protest.

"Honey, it's a costume, it's Halloween" I said dramatically.

He didn't say anything, gently shaking his head and turned his look onto his book.

George and I had been going out for a couple months. He takes Law, so we were different majors. And he wasn't the partying type. It was only natural he would withdraw himself from such a loud frat party I was going to.

"Okay, bye, love ya", I pecked a kiss on his lips and left his room.

I was strutting in style with the club on my shoulder, just like Margot Robbie did in the movie suicide squad. My hourglass shaped figure swayed with every step I took.

I ignored a couple of compliments on the way.

When I arrived at the frat house, the party was already raging.

"Hey V, come on, we are already doing the beer pong"

My friends welcomed me with screeching voices. They were wearing movie characters-inspired slutty dresses for the night.
I went in, greeting a lot of people on the way.

A group of my friends were playing beer pong. I stood beside them.

"Come on, your turn"

"No, why would I need to play when I can just get the drink", I replied to one of my girl friends, "just like that", I took the cup of beer from a passing by guy.
That guy looked stunned, but then he looked at me, spotted my whole body, and smiled. he seemed happy that I took his drink from his hand. I gave a fly kiss to that guy.

I gulped down two cups of beer straight away. And then I started feeling the music in the room.

I always loved the moment I started to let loose.

I was starting to move my body to the beats, a cup of beer in my hand.

"My Quinn"

A hand grabbed my waist. I turned around to see Mike. He was a dear friend of mine. He was wearing the Deadshot costume. The red and black fake metal suit looked good on him. For the first time, I noticed his athletic body.

"Oh, we matched" I squealed into his ears.

"Yep", he took my hands and took me to the center of the room where people were dancing.

"Where did you even get this costume?", I asked over the loud electro music.

"I am well prepared, I take my Halloween seriously"

"That's the spirit, baby"

We danced. And he poured me a couple shots of whiskey which I drank in half an hour.

I was dizzy after a while. I remembered I didn't eat anything for dinner tonight.

"Ahh, I need to sit down"

"Yeah, you don't look so good. Come here"

He led me to the stairs and let me sit there. He left me to search for water.

I was curling up, feeling so drunk more and more with the passing minute.

He came back, "are you okay?"

I drank the water he handed me, "I don't know, I am so drunk. I need to lie down"

"Ok, come on", he supported me as we climbed the stairs to the rooms upstairs.

We found an empty room. and I sat on the bed. I didn't know whose room it was, it must be one of those frat boys room, I could tell from the Marvel posters hanging on the wall.

"Oh, it's better", I said lying into the bed backwards, my feet dangling at the end of the bed.

The room was slowly spinning though. I liked it.

"Have you eaten anything?", Mike asked.

"No"

"That's why you are so drunk. Here, I have a chocolate bar", he took out a chocolate bar from the pocket of his jeans.

I sat up laughing, "you keep snack on you? Are you a boy scout?"

He laughed with me, "I was, indeed. And Deadshot has a soft spot for the damsel in distresses"

I opened the candy bar and took a bite, "Yum" I rolled my eyes with delight.

I was grateful for an unexpected snack at the time of need. Mike was always a good friend to me. I handed him the chocolate. He shook his head,

"You need all of it, come here, you are like a child"

He smiled softly and wiped out the chocolate smear from my cheek. He happened to wipe out my lipstick too.

"Oh, I have ruined your makeup"

"I don't mind", I felt dizzy. But not from the alcohol in my blood. I gazed at his face with my eyes half closed.

"You must keep the holloween spirit though", he said jokingly, while trying to even up my lipstick on my lips. I liked the way his fingers touched my lips.

It was then he felt it too, he paused. He looked at me with a new look in his eyes. We were silently sitting, staring into each other's eyes.

"Speaking of costume", I bit my lower lips, and bashed my eyelashes, "how long does it take to get one out of Deadshot suit"
I could see him swallowed hard.

I loved how easily I got what I wanted.

In the drunk world, anything was possible with anyone anyhow.