A Dreamer Caught In The Crossfire

Chapter 25

Warnings:

UNDERAGE DRINKING IS NOT COOL

 CONTAINS A SCENE THAT MAY BE DEAMED INAPROPRIATE FOR READERS UNDER AGE 10

You have been warned

"This tastes like poison," mumbled Jasmine as she looked at the shot glass in her hand questionably.

The little party had been going on for hours and she still hadn't touched it.

Being one of the youngest elites, Jasmine never drank alcohol. Ever. Brooke however, was having no problem at all. She downed the substance, glass after glass with almost zero hesitation. Some of the others had only downed one shot and they were already complaining about seeing spots and having headaches. Eluard, having only downed one shot, took it as his duty to monitor Gabriel's intake.

"Gabby, I think you should stop now. You're drunk," stated Eluard.

"I'm not drunk, you're just blurry," slurred Gabriel, his voice deeper than usual.

Eluard rolled his eyes.

"Gabriel you've had enough, I think you should go to your room and sleep it off," he said as he pulled his friend away from the table.

Gabriel stumbled away mumbling something incoherent under his breath.

Roxanne practically shoved the stuff down Jasmine's throat when she wasn't paying attention. Jasmine was left gagging, wheezing and feeling slightly dizzy as she felt her throat burn. She hissed at the feeling, watching her vision blur slightly. She hadn't even finished what was in the glass.

"Nope," she muttered as she set her glass on the table.

It would take a gun to her head to get her to drink another one of those.

"Brooke, I think you're done for the day. You're not even old enough to be drinking," said Jasmine, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Brooke shook her head. She had downed at least six of those already and she was not looking too good. She had her hands in her hair and her eyes screwed shut. Before she could respond, Brooke moved away from the table quickly, heaving the contents of her stomach onto the ground. Jasmine grimaced at the sight but held her hair back anyway.

"Ready to admit you've had enough?" asked Jasmine in an I-told-you-so tone.

Brooke nodded and stood up, using the table for support.

"And for your information, I'm eighteen. In Aeras I'm over the legal drinking age and so are you," she slurred pointing her finger.

Roxanne spoke through the megaphone once more.

"Okay, now that I am sure that everybody is ready, all of you grab one gun and a headset! All of you will have to find a partner to complete your pair. Just try not to shoot anybody in the face and GO!"

"I think I'm going to sit this one out," slurred Brooke, "Go on without me."

It wasn't long before Jasmine bumped into Eluard.

"Partners?" he asked, grinning widely.

"Partners." She agreed.

They grabbed a gun and a headset each and awaited further instruction. They were given none. Just a loud horn and soon everyone was scattered throughout the arena.

Jasmine hurried to put her headset on and removed the safety on her gun.

"Come on!" yelled Eluard, beckoning for her to follow him.