Microphone - Luke Hemmings

9. Clumsy Celebration

PARTY PARTY PARTY PARTY

If there was one thing I love more than mornings it would be parties with loud cool music and if there is one thing I love more than both mornings and parties it would be DRINKING. I love drinking, I love drinking games and I love the feeling of freedom and forgetfulness it brought with it.

According to the not so reliable stories told by an equally drunk Sam, I turn into a total fighter when I'm drunk, I start fights for no reason and I can totally kick someone's ass for a bottle of bear. Breaking people's nose is not news to me; I always break the noses of boys who think they can mess with me because they saw me drink a dozen of bears. There is no getting into my pants when I'm drunk, that's the one thing I don't forget when I'm tipsy.

This party on the other hand didn't sound fun, not because of the lack of drinks or quality music, because judging from the old rock and roll beat pounding around the walls of the house and the sweet smell of alcohol, the party would have been more than great, but the skinny tall blond guy wearing black..euh..everything who was walking next to me with that cocky smile and gorgeous face can ruin my favorite combination with just his presence. No one seemed to recognize him, or they were just too drunk to give a fuck. Some girl was giving him the "I want you in my panties NOW" look which he didn't notice because he was too busy sticking to me like gum. He was acting like a 12 year old boy with his mom in a mall holding her hand too worried to lose her in the crowd and I just wanted to slap him and tell him to leave me alone. I was scared of hitting him though, because last time I did I got recorded and my dad was blackmailed for it. I knew, nonetheless, that the fear will wash away after my fifth beer and third shot and I would eventually lose my patience and just punch him.

"Leave me alone will you?" I said in his direction opening my first bear and clinging it with Sam's

"I don't know anyone here so I'm not leaving your side."

"Why don't you go hung out with the person who invited you?" Sam said, obviously irritated with him.

"Well, if she wasn't making out with that guy, I would." he said pointing to the couch in the other end of the room.

Sam and I both turned around to come face to face with Sofia eating some guy's face and we both sighed, because we both recognized the guy, and we both knew that she would be whining about kissing her ex AGAIN and having to deal with the aftermath for the next month.

"I'm going to get me another drink." Sam declared "there is this really cute girl sitting alone so I guess my services are needed" he walked away in the direction of the girl in the couch in the living room who was watching with a disgusted expression my 24 year old friend who was about to devour her ex's entire head.

I took a gulp of my third beer and decided to walk to the small back garden where some people were chatting. I quickly came to the realization that I knew no one in this party except for the host, who I couldn't find anywhere, and her morning work partner who looked too drunk to have a proper conversation.

After sitting on one of the stairs leading to the small garden area the tall boy sat next to me and I sighed.

"Just get yourself a drink at least." I said looking at his empty hand. "You look like you don't belong here"

"Oh believe me. Rock music and a lot of booze, my kind of party." he said nodding with a smile.

"Why are you not drinking then?" I smiled, because I finally found something we had in common.

"Because I'm afraid you will take advantage of me." he said seriously.

I couldn't help but let out a huge loud laugh, earning few looks from people chatting in the garden.