Baby When You are Drunk and I am High

The Meeting

Sharon's POV

Wow! The room is spinning, no wait it's just my head. I looked around the room with hazy eyes taking in the scene. Well not much to look at really just a bunch of adults smoking, some drinking and let's not forget the sorority girls dancing on the bar, Typical! I was just coming down from my high when my best friend Simi handed me another joint, I practically snatched it out of her perfectly manicured hands and took a hit and lost myself in the state of Nirvana. It was my 4th or probably 5th hit and I'm pretty sure that my blood is completely intoxicated with Marijuana by now. I bet there is more drug than hemoglobin but I could care less because it felt great or maybe I just liked it because I was too numb to feel anything.

I rested my back against the couch from my place on the floor and started looking around to find something interesting to stare at when my eyes caught the sight of him. Swayam is his name I think. Tall, lean yet muscular. He was the talk of the town. Everyone in our city referred to him as the resident suicidal guy, apparently he tried to kill himself , well I guess that did not work out too well. I observed him from my spot; he was leaning against the door-frame looking bored out of his mind. I took my time to check him out, Even though the details were blurry I could make out that he had long hair till the nape of his neck and I suddenly had this urge to touch them to know if they are as soft as they look. I tried to focus on his face, well as much as I could in the state that I was in, I could make out that he had sharp and well defined cheekbones. I tried to make out the color of his eyes. They seemed black, No-No! they are deep brown or chocolate brown Ugh it was hopeless, I guess I needed to be more sober or close to pin point their exact texture.

I was coming down from my high and I felt sick so I decided to take another hit to keep my mind and body buzzed but to my utter disappointment all of it was finished. I sighed and looked around for something else; maybe some strong alcohol will help.
Beer, Beer, Beer Hmmm! not strong enough. I stood up and almost fell due to my intoxicated state and the heavy amount of drugs in my system. I somehow managed to move and started looking for some strong stuff, I passed a corridor Filled with Drunk teenagers dancing like maniacs having the time of their life. Across the corridor was a room, I entered and started my search for alcohol. Ugh No luck, wait! is that Jack Daniels! The best bourbon whisky? Wow so someone here actually knows what good alcohol is. I took unstable steps and finally reached the bottle.

I looked around to see if the owner of this freaking awesome whisky is anywhere in sight. Except a few couples making out like deprived animals I did not notice anyone so I took the bottle and stepped outside the house on the porch, the Air smelled fresh, Free of the stench of smoke, alcohol and sweat. I stepped into the garden and plopped down on the freshly cut grass and took out a cigarette of my own. I took a sip of the bourbon and relished in the feel of it burning down my throat like wild fire. I got the lighter out and was about to light my cigarette when I heard someone behind me and almost burned my hand.

"It's not very nice to steal people's alcohol, you know"