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My First Drunken State is a Disaster

Hi!! Thanks for visiting the first chapter of my first ever story. Kindly scroll down and read along! Ty!

The room was a bit gloomy with only few lights of different colors, illuminating the dance floor at the center. The room was loud with the usual music they play on clubs as what I have seen in the movies. The dance floor was packed with all sorts of people from teens to adults, all trying to grind and squeeze themselves in with so many people I assumed they have only met on this day. They were all smiling and laughing all like taunting me and telling me I am a loser for sulking at the side all by myself, drinking and wasting myself for the night.

They all look crazy but happy, I look crazy but unhappy. Now I know that there are two types of crazy people these days, one who is happy while being crazy and the other all looking crazy yet unhappy. I belong to the latter and now it sucks to be me.

I think I am having the worst nights of my life. And all I could think are what ifs I could have done. If only I could have been tougher, if only I could have been more outspoken of how I felt and if only I could have been so many things I am not, I'm thinking I may not have seen myself here today at this place and all alone drinking my first alcohol by myself.

"AAAAA!!! This life-- I hate this life!" I banged my head on the counter and lifted my hands in surrender. I felt like it, to give up and surrender maybe consume every bit of drink in this place and just fall into a deep sleep then maybe, just maybe when the time I wake up it would be a great sunny day on the hands of my prince. Fairytale story doesn't exist in real life though, and I am living with the reality. The sad truth of life.

I was completely wasting myself. My head was becoming fuzzier than ever. I was ordering shots of alcohol the name I didn't even help to bother. All of those tasted so bad I had to cringe after a drink. I was already almost out of control, I was smiling all by myself, laughing and I was even swaying my hips to the music just to the extent my seat would let me. I looked stupid but I couldn't care anymore my system wouldn't let me.

"What is it this time that you called me this late at night and in this place you have never been into alone?"

I squinted my eyes, blinked a few times and turned to the voice I assumed I heard was referring to me. I was craning my neck to the sides squinting my eyes and trying my best to see through the swirling motion of my head. I tried to stand up and walk but failed and lost balance landing to the hands of someone I yet to know who.

I looked up from bumping my head to his chest, all the while assessing his clothes that looked so vaguely familiar.

"Cal?" I said as my gaze landed to his face.

"Oh I really love you!" I squished his face between my hands or so I tried in my wobbly drunken state. Despite my state, I still couldn't miss his annoyed face when I squished his face. Which he always does which started at some time in the past. I could have just laughed at it but I remembered almost the same look my Dad gave me though even more,so at this rate I exploded.

"You don't like this too? Do I have to be always under your control? Do I have to get your approval every time?" I was becoming sensitive. Tears fell out of my eyes and I used my hands to cover my face. "It is getting hard to me too." My voice was muffled, coming out soft.

He held my hand, lifted it while casting it down on his lap "You know I won't do that."But Dad does. "Hey look at me." He lifted my chin, his pure intention coming out of his blue eyes. "Tell me what happened."

"Right after the party few hours ago, when everyone was gone to their homes. Dad instantly pressed the conversation to the marriage." I started telling him what happened.