Drunken Love [Dylan O'Brien]

Suck and blow

“Bethany hold your horses!”

Those were the words I told my best friend whose hand was pulling me through the crowd of people. They were all dancing around us and I heard little snippets of what’s going on in their conversations. I kept on tugging the short black dress so it wouldn’t show my bum; that was the last thing I wanted right now- someone thinking I’m trashy. 

“Bethany you’re such a party crasher.” 

Bethany as I already told you, is my best friend and also very good at sneaking in parties. Because of her I have been to some serious parties in my short nineteen years of existence but we have also been caught a couple of times. That’s why when we crash a party nowadays we keep a low pro’ [authors note: low pro’ means low profile] just in case. No one wants to be arrested for trespasing right? And well Bethany had once again found a party but no normal party, oh no. It was a freaking rave! I had never been to a rave before and it was amazing. Flashing lights, bright neon colors, red cups, everything was here and everything was fantastic. I hadn’t even bothered to ask her whose party this is because once I heard the word rave I was pretty much sold. 

“I know it keeps me awake at night” 

She said sarcastically. I seriously loved her, and we could pass as sisters. We looked alike; blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin. You probably think we had boys kissing our feet? Nope, not really.  Just Bethany, she had always had the male attention and I really didn’t mind that; well sometimes I did but I couldn’t do anything about it. 

“C’mon lets go to the bar.” 

I really didn’t want to drink, since every time I did something bad happened but I decided just this one time that wouldn't happen.

 “Fine.”

 I said and laughed as she finally let go of my hand so I could sit on the bar chair.  Everyone around us was covered in something like paint that glowed in the dark but since we got here ten minutes ago, which by the way was the time that we needed to get to the bar, we didn’t get the chance to have our bodies painted. The chair was ice cold and when I sat on it I felt like the wind was hugging my thighs. I had to pull down my dress again and I swore to myself to never wear this short of a dress in my life. I took a red cup from the “bar” and took a sip while I observed the people around be. Most of them were half naked; they didn’t have anything to hide I guess. 

“So do you want to get our bodies painted?” 

I asked her and giggled at how funny that sounded out loud; like I was in a porno. 

“Sure just let me get another cup.”  

“Beth you’re going to get drunk.” 

“That’s the freaking point Bella. God you’re no fun.” 

I laughed at her and to prove her wrong I drank the rest of the cup really fast. 

“Let’s go.” 

I said after she grabbed another red cup and I pulled her into the crowd of people. Everything was almost unrealistic, who could actually afford a party like this? I mean this place was huge and there had to be at least a hundred people here (probably more). We found the place where you could draw or “paint your body” so I pushed Bethany in front of me.

“You’re first” 

I yelled so she could hear me over the load music and I watched as a girl with a paint brush came up to her. Since she was wearing a backless dress they painted angel wings with white paint on her back which were really pretty. Other than that Beth just had random lines like tribal print all over her arms and a small heart under her right eye.