Spectating

here (part i)

Casey Braydon Fitzgerald >> Violet Kosta
VIOLET RINA KOSTA
Sent Fri. 4:12 PM
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Violet Kosta >> Casey Braydon Fitzgerald
ho shit.

what.

what could i have possibly done now?
Sent Fri. 4:21 PM
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Casey Braydon Fitzgerald >> Violet Kosta
WE'RE GOING TO A PARTY TONIGHT BITCH
Sent Fri. 4:24 PM
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Having a friend like Casey around was a lot like trying to contain an abnormally very social cat inside a box. You try your best to keep the cat safely inside your house, but one way or another it escapes and you find it surrounded by twenty or so other cats in some alleyway two blocks away from home. You drag it back home but then the following week we repeat the process. It wasn't like you minded the fact that your cat had a better social life than you did, but the repetition can get a bit tedious.

This comparison is why I find myself sneaking out of my house at 11 PM on Friday. To find my goddamn cat.

The sneaking out part was easy enough. My entire family, sans myself, wouldn't wake up if a herd of a hundred frickin' elephants stampeded through our living room. It was a piece of cake to manuver through the house at night undetected.

My problem with the ordeal was mainly transportation.

Parties were fine, I'm all for them, sure. Getting to one though? Well that's a real stinker.
Fortunetly for me though, the party I happen to be going to was only four blocks away.

When I passed by Elise's house, the girl was quietly closing the wooden door leading to her backyard. I stand under the streetlight in front of her mailbox and give her a quirky smirk. She smiles back sheepishly and all but skips to my side.

"Are Eva and Jackie going to be there?" She questions as we fall into step with one another.

I shrug and check my phone.

"I don't know actually. Casey didn't really specify. He just said, quote un-quote, 'bitches gonna turn down tonight'."

Elise laughs, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the steadily rising techno pop music blaring from the house we were rapidly approaching.

Miranda Farland is an acquaintance of ours who was notorius for many, many things. Her to-die-for parties being one of them.

I didn't fancy being a total party girl, but on the nights where I was feeling up to it I could always trust Miranda to be throwing yet another one of her infamous flings.

When Elise and I finally made it to the front door of Miranda's house, the stale smell of alchol and sweat hit us full force. Wrinkling our noses, we sent each other wary glances and began wading our way through the foyer in search for our friends.

We found them eventually, leaned against the wall underneath the stairs. Jackie and Casey were arguing avidly, while Eva stood hunched against the wall looking rather uncomfortable.

"Mi amigas!" Elise greets cheerily, rushing over to encase all them in a hug.

I stroll over to Casey and grinned up at him, nodding my head to the two major introverts of our squad.

"How'd you manage that?"

"It took a lot of bribing." Casey admits. We laugh rowdily and high-five.

"Where's the drinks?"

Casey raises his hand and gestures dramatically towards the kitchen, all the way on the other side of the room.