Me and Reece take pictures by the bar while Nash and the jacks take shots. Sammy and Delano are nowhere to be found but none of us worry too much. Reece puts the phone down a second and turns to me.
"what number drink is that?" He asks. I smile and say 4. He gasps and shakes his head.
"You're done for the night." Reece adds. He snapchats the night and I'm glad because we need something to remember this. The lights are crazy and everyone's cool. There's been no problems and everyone's having fun.
...
It's been a whole hour and a half and I may have done some things I won't be proud of tomorrow morning but as of right now I'm okay with it. There's a girl that won't leave me alone even though I've shown no interest. I've even kissed a few of her friends but the message won't come through.
"Ah, what do you want?" I ask her, balancing myself on a pillar. She looks down and grabs my belt loops but I don't react. I watch her make a fool of herself instead.
"You should know." She says. I roll my eyes and push her hands away. To have a girl I don't want touch makes me want to gag.
"Oh, I know," I laugh, moving back. "I'm just not willing to give it to you."
An arm is slung across my shoulders, laughing hysterically at something. I find that it's Sammy. He looks at me and then back. "That's the same girl me and Delano were running from an hour ago."
We laugh about the matter but a pair of blue eyes snap me out of it. I walk over to him. His back on the wall and he's standing tall and unbothered. The fact that his eyes never leave mine makes me feel a way.
"Drunk?" He asks, light smirk. I chuckle and nod.
"Damn, it's 2am. We should get out of here. Come on." We start to walk towards the exit but I remember that we're basically leaving everyone. I see Nash already texting them to get to the front so we can go.
Nash and I wait 15 minutes for them to come out and we finally got to drive home. But when you're drunk and somewhat high you get a crazy appetite. We stopped at Wendy's. If it was up to me Nash would've cooked us all dinner. But he's tipsy- very tipsy- and he isn't up for it.
"This food tastes like ass compared to yours." I tell him as I take a bite out of a chicken nugget. I accidentally drenched it in barbecue sauce. Nash laughs loudly.
"You know what ass tastes like?" He questions and I giggle looking the other way. Very fucking funny.
"eh," I nod but he's knows I'm kidding. I'd probably kill myself if I ever decided to stoop that low. A tired feeling washes over me and I find it impossible to sit up straight anymore. All the boys are going wild in this Wendy's and we're practically the only ones here.
"Johnson has been in that bathroom for about 20 minutes." I notice. Nash looks curiously with me from our booth. Nash wipes his hands and shrugs.
"Jack's in there with him." He says. My drunken mind takes me to another place as I imagine what's going on. "He's probably vomiting."
Sammy pops out of nowhere from behind Nash. "Or fucking." He adds. I laugh loudly, laying my head on the table lazily. It seems like Nash wants to to laugh but he just chuckles instead with a knowing glance at the restroom door.
Then those eyes flicker to me and I notice that it's one of the few times he's looked at me and I'm already staring. There's a new found confidence when I'm drunk. A devilish smirk touches his features and I grow a mischievous glint in my eye. He pops his gum on the side of his mouth.
"Want some?" He asks. I nod, eying his lips greedily. I think of it as a double meaning sort of thing.
