Ange (girlxgirl)

Chapter Thirty-six

People yell my name as I walk through the crowd to the tubs, I feel as if I'm going through withdrawals even though I have already drank. It is unlike me to be this sober so far into an event, especially my own. I look through to the bonfire and see Carol locking lips with a guy who has blonde dreads and a cigarette in his fingers. I laugh to myself, Carol isn't hot, she is beautiful and there is a difference. Hot is in the moment, when they look great. Beautiful is permanent, even after a hangover and two hours of sleep, trust me I have seen Carol in worse conditions and she is still breath taking. I look around for Emma, I can't see her but no doubt she is dancing with Melissa and Bella. I reach my hand into the bathtub and close my eyes, playing lucky dip for a drink. What I really want is a bottle of vodka to carry around for the night, I rummage my hand around and it hooks on a six pack of something. I open my eyes and pull it out, flavoured vodka drinks. Nice, but not enough to get someone like me off the rails. I unhook the first and take a big swig, I look around at everyone dancing and take in the night, it is going to be hectic, I can feel it.

"Slow down there, Angelina. You might not beat me again if you have too much now," Jake sneers.

"Ok, then. I don't remember, but I have been told before I bet you I was carrying around a bottle of Mr D's with half of it vodka. So, hol' up, sit down. Be humble," I rap.

He laughs and pulls something from his pocket, a present. Quite a surprise. "Here you go, Kendrick," he says awkwardly and hands it to me.

"I can continue if you like," I say, while unwrapping it.

"God, no," he jokes.

I unwrap his present and feel extremely overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness that I did not know Jake had. It is a can belt, something that is needed.

"Thanks, Jake. I really need this." I say gratefully, gesturing to my cans.

I clip it around my waist, it looks weird but hopefully I'll be to drunk to worry about that in a minute. I put my cans in it and a scoop up a few more, making sure all the holes are full.

"Well, if you literally can't beat them, support their alcoholism."

I laugh and hand him a can. "This should get you going, I'm gonna go find Emma."

"Ta, oh and just so you and your maternal feelings are aware, Carol has her tongue jammed down someone's throat."

"Yeah, Dready Boy." I say, trying to escape conversation and walking backwards away from him.

"No," he laughs a little, "It's a chick."

"Oh." I'm a little taken aback. "She only does that when she is hella drunk."

He laughs and walks off to join the football guys.

Fucking Carol, expressing something that I can't in a free spirit and oblivious way. I also laugh about it, it is true Carol to be so drunk already and making out with a girl. She will be disgusted in herself in the morning, she always is slightly homophobic after she finds out she kissed a girl. She does do it a lot though, compared to Emma who is the straightest person alive.

I barge through the crowd looking for Emma, I can't find her although I suppose it isn't the easiest search. I stop heaps of times to have photos with friends and talk to them, I dance with Tommy and Jonathan for a bit and then I start my search again.

"Angie, girl." A pale, slender arm is strung along my neck.

"Carol," I say grinning.

In her other arm is a full bottle of tequila, not my first choice but it is 11 o'clock and I'm no where near as drunk as I would like to be for my 18th party.