The Only Ones Who Know || Party Poison X Reader ||

~ Chapter 1 ~

The familiar stench of rum and whiskey filled my nostrils as I pulled up my fishnet tights. "Just another night at the hyper-thrust..." I thought to myself.

I've been doing this for almost a year now? I'm 18 years old, almost 19. I'm an adult, hard to believe isn't it? I looked at my reflection in the mirror and at my current outfit. I was wearing a long sleeve, dark red shirt with black biker gloves. I had ripped blue jean shorts, black fishnet stockings, heeled red ankle boots, and my choker, of course. My bright blue hair was tied up and out of the way, and my makeup was perfected with dark red lipstick.

I smiled at my reflection and strutted out of the dressing room. Bright lights greeted me as I exited the room, and I had to cover my face in order to see correctly. "Kitty! Get your ass over here!"

I immediately knew who the familiar voice belonged to, my good friend Pop Rock. I looked in her direction to see her short, blinding, bright pink hair. Her freckles were easily visible and her brown eyes were obviously dilated from the intense lighting surrounding us. She was wearing a neon green crop top and dark blue, ripped up jeans. She finished her outfit with pink high top converse and a large green bow in her hair. "What took you so god damn long?"

"I was making sure everything was perfect, it's been a while since I was able to let loose like this." I answered honestly. She nodded and I noticed someone coming in our direction from the corner of my eye. I turned my head to be greeted with Cherry Cola, another good friend of mine. She had her shoulder length brown hair into a bun, and her light brown eyes shined from the flashing lights. She was wearing a bright blue skin tight shirt, white jean shorts, and knee-high electric blue converse with red laces. She was also wearing a big, rainbow choker. "Where have you been?" Pop asked.

"Sorry, I was held back because of a clap I got into." Pop and I immediately examined our friend, worried if she was injured in anyway. She took notice to our reaction and responded, "Don't worry, no bruises."

Relief washes over me and Pop as we headed towards the bar. Dynamite greeted us with a wink, his purple hair getting slightly in his face. He continued to wash wine glasses behind the counter as he asked, "Is there anything I can do for you ladies?"

"I'll have a Pina Colada." Pop responded.

"Blue Margarita, please." Cherry said.

I was silent after they ordered their drinks, which brought strange looks my way from my friends and Dynamite. "And for you, m'lady?"

"I'm fine, no thanks." I replied.

Pop smirked at my response and muttered a soft, "pansy." Cherry lightly chuckled at Pop's remark, making Dynamite stifle a laugh. I immediately shoot a glare at Pop.

"Oh really? Give me Pincer Vodka, filled to the brim." I cockily stated.

Everyone's eyes widened, mostly Dynamite who told me, "You do understand that Pincer Vodka is 88% pure alcohol? Not even that, you gotta have a lotta carbons on you to even get your little fingers on it."

"Trust me, I know very well what I'm doing." I said, as I placed my payment on the counter. Dynamite rolled his eyes and accepted my payment, as he turned around to prepare our drinks.

"You're fuckin' Costa Rica!" Cherry exclaimed. Pop didn't even open her mouth, for she was already shocked from my previous actions.

"Ya only live once, right? Might as well make it last, mostly since I'm always so busy with Killjoy work." I replied.

"Very true," Pop Rock said, "It's been a while since we went out like this." She smiled to herself, I wonder what she was thinking?

My thoughts were suddenly cut off by the sound of glasses being placed on the counter in front of us. The Pina Colada, Blue Margarita....and lastly, the Pincer Vodka. I could feel my stomach begin to churn, was a really crazy enough to chug this shit down? I guess so, since I already had the rim of the glass against my lips. I tilted it just a bit and the hot, intoxicating liquid made contact with my tongue and made it's way down my throat. It left a satisfying yet painful burn on its way down, and I could internally feel it travel down throughout my body. I shuddered.

"She took in all of it!!!" Dynamite shouted with amazement, yet his words were laced with worry. He knew I would be seriously knocked up.

"Damn! That was shiny, Cat!" Pop said excitedly. I could feel my body intensely pumping, my pulse quickening its pace. My head was throbbing, no, my whole body was throbbing. I felt numb, yet I could feel everything. It burned. It was burning so bad. I stumbled backwards, expecting the harsh ground to embrace me. However, two arms did instead.

"Woah there! Be careful, Kitty...." Cherry said, holding me up. "She doesn't look very well...I think this was a bad idea, guys..."

"Nonsense! She's just a little overwhelmed, she'll be alright!" Pop said with optimism.

"I wouldn't speak too soon, Pop Rock." Dynamite informed us. "That shit is strong, even for me." Cherry looked down and examined my face. I was sweaty and my face was beat red, my vision was blurred and I was beginning to lose consciousness.

"Oh fuck, she's falling off." Cherry said; her tone was serious. "Crash queens always get dusted first, Cat. Don't forget that." She said, as she wiped my forehead. My eyes began to close. The last thing I remember was looking up at Cherry's concerned gaze; bright lights flashing behind her, making her silhouette more visible. My eyesight was blurred as everything faded to black.