Stay Wild

A Twisted Game

The three of us sat on Sawyer's bedroom floor, and Sawyer opened up her closet, and she began to pull out bottles of alcohol.

"Just one last thing", she said smirking.

She had everything from a mickey of raspberry flavoured vodka to a 6 pack of coolers.

"Jesus, I didn't realize how much booze you had."
Sawyer laughed, a devilish grin on her face. "Neither do my parents", she whispered, snickering.

She shoved a few single bottles into her purse. All of my alcohol was already in a bag and ready to be consumed.

Sawyer's mom, a thin woman with shoulder length red hair and a face full of freckles, was in the kitchen preparing what looked like to be a type of salad.

"You three be careful tonight", her mom said in a friendly yet firm tone.

"Of course, it's not even a big deal, it's just a few close friends, that's it."

Which wasn't true at all. This was going to be a banger that people talked about for weeks after, and there were supposedly well over 300 people going.

So saying it was small was a bit of a stretch.

Sawyer was a brilliant liar, though. She was always so carelessly nonchalant about certain things that it was impossible to tell whether she was being dishonest or not.

"I know. I just want you guys to make sure you're safe. Don't get into a vehicle with anyone who's drinking. I'm serious, Sawyer."

"I'll make sure we're both alright, don't worry", I told Sawyer's mom, smiling.

"Thank you Chandler."

And with that, we all walked out the door.
~

"I call shotgun, since I'm the one who asked Imogen to be our designated driver", I reminded Sawyer, opening the passenger seat door. Imogen hopped into the front, and the car roared to life, while Sawyer got into the back seat.

"It's still a little early, So I was thinking we should go cruising for a bit. You know, just drive around this wild city. We have plenty of time to kill", Imogen said coolly.
Sawyer and I exchanged glances before nodding in agreement.

"Sounds good go me, I get control of the music, though." I declared as Sawyer audibly groaned from behind me.

"You can't have both shotgun and aux. It's one or the other", she whined.

I looked at Imogen and she just shrugged.

"Fine", I said exasperatedly, handing her the aux cord so that she could plug her phone into it.

"At least play something hype", I suggested as Imogen began to back out of the driveway.

"Duhhh! I already have the perfect song for us."

Next thing you know "All Night" by Chance the Rapper was being blasted on the speakers.

Imogen ended up driving us all around are city, playing our aggressive rap music the entirety of our little excursion.
The city was alive, the many buildings were illuminated, shining like stars in the blackness of the night.
She was somewhat of a reckless driver, she carelessly drove over the speed limit. All of her turns were sharp as a knife and she darted in-between lanes fearlessly.
It wasn't the safest, but it was a hell of a lot of fun.