Too Many Drinks | Lams

Chapter 7

A week had passed. John was losing sleep, his mind countlessly wandering, just wondering about his feelings for Alexander. It was Friday evening yet again, and John was grabbing his things for the night, for another party. Alexander was out for a quick run to the gas station to buy some food for his writing session that night.

  John grabbed his wallet, his dorm key,  and a snack bag of chips, and turned off all the lights to the dorm, sitting his things on the bed, he pulled his phone of the charger he turned around hearing the sound of the door being unlocked, and there walked Alexander.

  "John why are all the lights off?" Alex tilted his rad flipping on a light switch, scanning the room he noticed John's belongings on his bed, "Are you, uh, leaving?"

  "Oh, um, yeah, uh Tho-, I mean I found another party to go to tonight," John stuttered, placing his wallet, keys, and phone in his jean pockets,  then grabbing his bags of chips. He walked towards the door but was stopped by Alexander who would not move from the door frame. "Alex, move," John demanded.

"Just, be safe out there John," Alex muttered walking to the kitchen to drop the things he had gotten from the gas station, "and give me heads up when your leaving next time," Alexander muttered as John walked out.

John walked down the stairs in the complex and exited the building out he walked onto the sidewalk. He pulled his phone out of wandering down the sidewalk slowly, sending a text he jumped onto a brick wall, waiting patiently. John played on his phone waiting patiently, he heard footsteps nearing proximity, John's eyes trailed up from his phone and there was Thomas Jefferson.

"You ready John?" Thomas asked.

"Yeah," John hopped down from the wall, "Thanks for finding this party Tom," John half smiled, he didn't talk to Thomas sober a lot, but when he did he didn't mind it.

"Thanks for agreeing to walk with me," Thomas looked at the sidewalk starting to walk, "Can you look up the directions?"

"Yeah, sure," John opened maps, quickly charting out there path, "okay we want to turn right once we get to that cross walk down there," John pointed down the street.

"Alright," Thomas spoke, "hopefully they have good drinks," he chuckled lightly, "Charles Lee bought the worst drinks I had ever tasted."

"Tell me about it, that was disgusting, but we still drank it, Jefferson," John laughed, "We still drank it."

"That hangover was awful the next morning, we aren't ever going to his party ever again unless he buys better drinks," Thomas turned right, John following close behind.

"Agreed," John looked back down on his phone, "Not at this crosswalk, but the next, we need to turn left and it should be farther down that road."

"Its a lot closer than I would have thought," Thomas spoke.

"Definitely, the Schuyler's house is at least another block further," most parties happened to be at the sisters house, but not always.

The boys continued walking down the sidewalk, turning left when needed. Finally they arrived at the party, solo cups already piling up outside, a ton of cars, music loud, and the noise growing, shouts and hollers as more people walked in. They both grabbed a cup and poured there first drinks, clinking there cups together John spoke, "Raise a glass to freedom."

Thomas laughed, "To the two of us, and how drunk we are going to be by the end of the night."