Sketched Out

Chapter 8

Pulling up to the party was one thing, but MY GOD, seeing it was another.

The music was so loud that I could have sworn people a mile away could hear it - cars were piled on the sides of the roads, the driveway, and even the lawn. The mansion was lit up with lights of all colors.

There were enormous amounts of people, mostly inside the mansion, but still huge amounts of people in the front, I spotted a few on the roof, and a ton by the pool. It was the ultimate party. I could smell the alcohol and weed.

I got out of the car and me and the crew immediately began to walk towards the entrance. We swung open the doors of the mansion, and we walked in - the entire house was cloudy with mixtures of cigarette and mostly weed smoke, and I could already spot out a few drug circles, and of course my eyes laid upon the kitchens entrance - where people were packed in, drinking.

"Jooooannnieeeee!"

"Joan babyy, what's up?"

"Look who's finally decided to rave with us!"

I was greeted by many old faces that I've seen during my party days. It was awesome to get back into it again. I went over to one of the drug circles in the mansion and fist bumped a guy, Tony Albretch that had hooted at me.

"Yo what's up Tony? How ya been?"

"Joan! Whaddup my main? It's been awhile!"

I looked down at the bong in the center of the circle and I grinned, sitting down . I grabbed it, lit it up, and took the biggest hit I could take. I held it in until my lungs burned, and then exhaled. Everyone cheered me on, and I took another.

After a few more hits of the bong I noticed a touch on my thigh, and it was a girl. I looked up and easily recognized her face; Stephanie, the girl from the concert. My eyes widened as much as they could, with being super stoned and all. "Stephanie! Woah, it's been like... forever, man."

She smirked. "You look way to sober! Wanna do some body shots off me?" she grinned and leaned forward to press her lips against my neck.

A few guys in the room clapped and laughed, and cheered us on. Grinning, I slid my hand to her lower back while she kissed my neck, and the crowd and music roared on - but due to my highness, all I could hear was one big loud roar , like I was under water.

She got up and helped me up. "I

missed you since Christmas Eve. It's been too long! Did you get back with your girl?"

I blinked slowly at her. "Huh? I never had one."

She giggled and led me to the kitchen. We had to squeeze past the sea of people just to get to the center of the grand kitchen.

"Terry!!! Lift me up onto the counter, Joan's gonna do a body shot off

me!" Stephanie chirped to a taller, darker man in a jacket with holes in it. He was very handsome, and looked to be about 25.

He laughed and set down his beer, grabbed Stephanie and a few other girls cleared off some alcohol from the table so that he could lay Stephanie on her back.

I realized what she was wearing, then. She wore a pair of short jean shorts and a black crop top with fake spikes on her boob area, and she wore black heals - and by the looks of her right arm, she got a sleeve tattoo. I couldn't convince myself that she didn't look hot.

The first shot was laid right onto the center of her navel, and grinning, I pushed back my red hair and leaned down to suck the shot right off of her like a pro.

A loud cheer broke off in the kitchen, dozens of guys laughing and fist bumping as they watched us, while even the girls giggled and drunkenly cheered us on. Another shot was laid out, this time right below her breasts.