This chapter contains references to alcohol and drunkenness. If that makes you uncomfortable, STOP reading now. Don't say I never warned you people.
Aaron's house was about half an hour away from the theatre. The sky was pitch black, expected for eight thirty at night. When we pulled up to Aaron's house, the driveway was full of cars of all sizes, makes, and models. We ended up parking about a half a block away from the house, but I didn't mind the walk. The night was clear and warm, but not too hot for May.
The house was absolutely huge. Like, bigger than my Dad's. It looked more like a castle than a home, unlike my modern abode. All the same it was a very nice house. Brian and I walked up to the front door and when I stepped inside, I was immediately bombarded with noise, noise, and more noise. Music was blaring from a speaker system, glass bottles were clinking in the kitchen, and everywhere there were people talking, laughing, and singing. Brian apparently knew his way around the house, and he led me to the drink table. He walked up to one of the guys and went through this complicated handshake. Boys... I realized Brian was motioning for me to come over, and I came to his side, uncomfortable with all the tipsy people standing, or rather, swaying around the room.
"Cassie, this is Aaron. Aaron, this is Cassie, my girlfriend." Aaron held out his hand and I shook it.
"Pleased to meet you," I said.
"And the same to you. I'm glad Brian finally found a date! I thought he'd have to come alone again." Aaron laughed, and Brian chuckled uncomfortably. He handed me a drink and led me away from the table. I had no clue what was in the cup, which I know is incredibly risky, but I took a sip. Fruit punch, pineapple juice, and a little bit of tequila. It was wonderful. I finished the drink and started to feel a buzz.
"Let's dance!" I exclaimed. I pulled Brian into the other room, into the middle of the group of people, and started dancing. Meaning that I bounced on the balls of myfeet and moved my arms. I imagine it was quite pathetic to look at, but I was too buzzed to actually care.
After the song ended, I made my way back to the drink table, trying to recreate the drink Brian had handed me earlier. I added a bit too much tequila, and after I downed the drink I started feeling a tad fuzzy in the head. I stumbled back over to Brian.
"Hey," I slurred. I threw an arm around his shoulders, leaning on him.
"How much have you drunk?" Brian asked me, helping to hold me upright.
"Only two cups. I should go get some more..." I trailed off, trying to pull away to go back to the drink table. Brian held me tighter, preventing me from getting away.
"I think you've had enough for one night. Let's find somewhere for you to rest for now, okay?" Brian pulled me up the stairs into an empty room. He laid me down on the bed and sat next to me, holding my hand.
"Brian?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Can you... Can you stay here? Can you be here?"
"Of course I'll stay, Cassie. I'll always be here for you." Brian kissed me lightly on the forehead.
"Thank... thanks..." I closed my eyes. I was such a lightweight! Tomorrow would be such a pain, literally. I was always completely hungover after parties. Thank goodness tomorrow was Sunday, not a school day. Teachers could always tell who was hungover, and usually responded by making us focus. I never went to parties during the week, because I knew I would drink and get drunk and hungover and fail all my classes.
My thoughts progressed to unintelligible mush, nonsense and fluff. I drifted off, thinking about a dragon with lollipops for scales...
