Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when we change our names to the three hobos

Snoring, I sleep alone in my own bedroom.
Where am I?
I arise and navigate my view.
Okay. The picture is becoming more clear. I now remember, I'm not at home, I'm at that party.
I'm in Reece's brother's room. Kayden, Jayden, Emma , Quinn and Maia are spread around the room. Jayden and Maia lie on the double bed whilst Quinn and Emma face each other. Kayden is leaning against the closet.
I'm just lying on the cold carpet.
Millions of questions begin flying into my head:
What time is it?
Where is Winona?
Where is Violet?
Why do I feel like I have the biggest headache that any person could endure?
My mouth feels dry, almost like I'm dehydrated. I know I'm not, though. I don't actually feel thirsty. Wait, I now remember things starting to clear up. I look around the room to see one of the red Dixie cups on the nightstand. It's spilt and there is a drink stain on the carpet below it. I suddenly remember the taste of many cups of Coke Zero that I had.
Was there something wrong with the drink I had?
I ditch the thought and dig into my pocket to fortunately find my phone and find out the time.
03:37, it reads.
Shit. I think to myself.
I gasp as I read the clock on my phone as I walk out into the passage. I only realize that music is still playing as I exit the room. I look over the railing to notice some kids dancing/falling on each other. Other than that, the whole house is quiet compared to how it was hours ago.
I only have one objective now: I have to find Violet and Winona.
We were supposed to leave the party at ten, that was more than five hours ago.
Won't Mrs Eskard notice?
"Winona! Violet!" I begin to call over the stair railing.
Nothing, no response.
I look around the house, looking almost everywhere I can think of. I look in the bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen and study. They could be in the basement, but I open the door to reveal darkness and no sound whatsoever. I don't intend to look in that tunnel of darkness. 
I'm soon back to the living room where a few people attempt to still dance and keep their drunk balance at the same time.
I finally decide to dial Winona's number on my phone, a thing I should've thought about ages ago when I was searching the house. She ends up answering on about one of the last beeps.
"Hello"? Winona basically groans.
"Hi. Where the hell are you"? I yell under my breath.
"Wait , hold on".
"Hold on for what"?
"I'm trying to figure out where I am".
"Wait...did you drink"?
"I only had a sip of beer, but I didn't really drink".
As a brainstorm comes over me, I notice the blurry feel in my eyesight. The world almost feels like a weird music video, people move with such bold movement.
"Winona", I mutter.
"Uh huh".
"I think there was alcohol in those drinks".
She sighs.
"That actually makes a lot of sense".
"Those guys must've spiked all of  the soda. That's what they were there to do".
"Okay, we have to get out of here, now!"
"But where are you"?
"I'm in the backyard".
Why didn't I think of that?
"Is Violet with you"?
"Yeah, she's drunk. She drank a hell of a lot of Sprite which means she's as spiked as ...whatever".
"We're all drunk". I add.
"I swear ,if I find those idiots who did this, I will pound them".
"Is this because you have a headache"?
"Maybe".
And I hang up, realizing that I'm drunk.
I'm a drunkhead. But I also know it's not my fault.

Violet is laughing like an idiot as we walk down the streets of Reece's neighborhood whilst Winona whines about her headache.
"I'm never drinking at a party again". She groans. "Even if it's just pure water, never again".
I begin giggling, loudly. I laugh for no reason whatsoever.
"Keoria! We can have a laughing contest!" Violet exclaims.
"Yeah!" I give her a high five but she misses...or do I miss?
So as Winona sulks, Violet and I attempt to laugh as loudly as possible until Winona screams at us to shut up the hell up.
We carry on walking, Violet trips over almost everything, I do the same thing.
"You know, I bet Lana is going to come up to me right now and tell me that Jesus is watching over me!" I babble.
"You're Jewish". Winona grumbles.
"I'm Mexican!" Violet says.
"No you're not, you're Jewish!"
"I'm a New Yorker!"
"You're a native of Boston!"
"I'm the president of China!" I say, adding to the catastrophe.
"Keoria, if you were the president of China, China would've been blown up by now". Winona groans, not joining our drunk humor.
"I'm pregnant!" Violet announces out of nowhere.
"Who's the father"? I ask if the announcement is not abnormal.
"Justin Bieber!"
"So your kid is going to be a idiot"?
"Exactly!"
"What's the sex"?
"It's...it's...its... I think it's a Kanye West baby!"
"What's special about a Kanye West baby"?
"It's has a big head and doesn't ever stop talking...like you"!
"This is the reason I don't want to drink any substance at a party ever  again, so I don't end up sounding like a moron like you two!" Winona groans.
We walk for another five minutes, Violet and I still giggling...until Winona stops in her tracks.
"Guys... I think we went the wrong way".
Still having some sanity, my smile fades away and I look around the area. The houses are unfamiliar, so are the roads and terrain.
Everything looks foreign and new compared to the route we took to get to the party in the first place.
"We're lost". I gasp.
Winona looks back at me.
"We better start finding boxes...we're hobos now!" Violet announces.
"We're not hobos!"
"We are until we find our way back to Violet's house". I argue.
Winona stomps her foot.
"Why we were so stupid to drink more spiked soda when we knew at the back of our heads that there was something wrong with the drinks, like complete idiots"? She yells at herself.
"Because we're a bunch of idiots"! Violet cheers.
Forgetting about the situation, I feel my drunk self embracing me and I cheer along with Violet whilst Winona talks to herself.
"Guys, I think we just have to go south as we've just been going straight this whole time". Winona explains.
I nod and look next to me to see if Violet understands, but she's gone.
"Where..."? I begin.
I then hear a cheer in a echo and look around the area.
I turn myself to face an equally confused Winona.
"Is that Violet"? I ask.
"It's sounds like her, but where is it coming from"?
The cheer erupts again , louder this time, until I hear a yell, it's a man.

The man is a cop.
At first when I see him trekking down the road with his hand gripped around Violet's arm, I think we're just about to be arrested for drinking underage.
Apparently, that isn't really a thing. Cops don't just arrest kids walking down the street laughing their heads off because they're so drunk.
So you're wondering, what the hell have we done to get a cop to round us up?
Public disruption. Apparently, that is a thing.
The reason the cop is dragging Violet like a criminal is because during those few moments that she had disappeared from our sight, a car almost hit her. The car belonged to the cop and he sprung into action. He had already received a few complains from the locals of the neighborhood to say there are three teenage girls walking the street screaming their fucking heads of and waking up all the innocent children and adults of South Cambridge. The only positive thing that came out there of this is that we at least knew we were still in Cambridge.
At first, we try to explain to him that we have been spiked but are too drunk to let the words come out normal. Due to this, we are forced to just do as he tells us.
He just makes us walk on the yellow line of the road. It looks easy at first, but becomes a challenge.
Winona goes first, she's fine, just hungover.
I struggle walking across, falling at one point but refusing to look at the cop's expression that it is obvious that I'm drunk. I fail, if you're wondering.
Violet goes on her stomach and starts doing breaststroke, she failed.
Then there is the breathalyzer test, we all fail.
"Okay, missies,what are your names"? The policeman asks.
During the summer, we made up fake names as we were planning to go to a party like this when we started high school. I just got cold feet tonight, I overcame it very quickly as you can see.
"Jamie Watt". Winona lies, proving herself as confident.
The policeman then turns his head to face Violet who stands next to Noni.
She just stares at him as if she's just had a failed lobotomy .
"What's your name"? He repeats.
"Coconut Oil!" Violet exclaims.
The cop doesn't show any emotion in response Violet's ridiculous answer and looks at me.
I then realize, I forgot what name I made up.
I can easily make up one now, I've already got a few; Sarah Warpson, Olivia Peterson, Joanne Drake.
"Keoria Atkins". I spit out.
Jesus Christ! Why the hell did I just say that?
But I've got a plan.
"Girls, you're all under arr-"
"RUN!" I screech and begin sprinting.
I don't look to see, but I can hear Winona and Violet running next to me. I don't understand how I persuaded Violet to do anything, I'm just damn happy she did.
Seriously though, Coconut Oil?!

We run for about five minutes before we finally are close to passing out. The cop is out of sight...and I'm still trying to figure out where we are.
"We've gone past Reece's house,that's sure". Winona reads my thoughts.
I let out a sigh.
"What the hell are we going to do? We're criminals now!" I cry.
"We're not criminals, you are, though". Winona says.
"How am I any different to you"?
"You gave out your real name! We're Jamie Watt and Coconut Oil".
"Coconut Oil!" Violet echoes.
I throw my arms to my side.
"You're more drunk than I thought!" I say.
Winona cringes, not understanding my point.
"You used the name of my imaginary friend from when I was five! We agreed on Emily Mulligan for you!"
Winona's face stays emotionless, not understanding my points. I sigh and begin explaining the consequences to her:
"I'm saying that when that asshole calls my parents to tell them that I'm a rebellious teenager with no future, he'll point out that I was with two idiots named Coconut Oil and Jamie Watt and my Mom will realize in a half second!" I explain.
"Holy shit...we are the biggest idiots in criminal history!"
"Coconut Oil!" Violet says out of nowhere.
I feel myself going into panick.
"We can't go home tonight". I announce.
"We have to go home". Winona fights.
"Do you want to die tomorrow or tonight"?
"We'll get in trouble on the same day, it's three in the morning!"
I give her a death stare.
"I would rather be a hobo than face my mom".
"But this isn't our fault! We are victims of being spiked!" Winona says like she's Nelson Mandela with a cause. "People like us become heroes and leaders of is world".
"People like us"?
"People who have been spiked!"
"Winona! People who have been spiked and go through a traumatic experience because of it sometimes become leaders and role models and whatever shit they become".
"We've gone through a traumatic experience: we've had to drag a drunk girl who thinks her name is Coconut Oil".
"Coconut Oil!" Violet chants.
I sigh.
"Winona , even if our parents do believe us, we still lied to them about we were".
She sighs.
"Let's just go back to Violet's house".
I sigh and we turn around to try and find our way home.