Torment || l.s.

1. Encounter

*WARNING*

Louis' POV
Mood: R U Mine by Arctic Monkeys
{Summer Break, House Party}

Fire travels down my throat as I down another shot, thumping the glass against the glass table at the counter dividing the kitchen and the living room. It's a fucking wild party with the bass thumping through the concrete walls as drunken students hump each other on top of sofas and countertops. The lights are dim despite the constant glare of the strobe lights, and smoke that's too sweet to be nicotine. Really, the first shot can't do a fucking thing to my soberness.

I'm not like them. I'm not cruel or even anything close to heartless, but I'm no goody two shoes either, not a straight-laced lad with a pole up his arse. I could do it. I could fuck anyone and they'd be happy to fuck me, too. Hell, they'd be honored to take my dick up their holes -both ways. Anyone looking would be falling on their knees if I said so. So whatever the fuck they say means nothing because this is too fucking easy.

So I take another shot, groaning as the sting works it's way down my throat. A boost of courage or whatever the fuck they call it while scanning the living for anyone who looks legal enough to fuck. Even I need to squint at the dimness of the house. The air's too hazy, and there's too much bodies grinding near the window to slip through. It's getting too hot with all the body heat, but there must be at least one person who doesn't seem preoccupied. There must be, aside from that one bloke on the other side of the kitchen counter.

I can feel his eyes on me, and I swipe my tongue over my lower lip, tasting the hints of the sour residual alcohol. The bass drops and the lights flicker but can only see him as he makes his way towards me. Fuck yeah, this is good. No need for useless words, or dumb flirting just for a fucking lay.

I drown another shot, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. A chorus of cheers erupts beside me and I drag my eyes away from the boy towards the group of drunkards stumbling their way towards the counter. They're all huddled together over one guy who's so fucking pissed drunk, he's heaving his way to another glass. Until he fucking throws up right beside me.

"What the fucking hell?" I shout, flinching back immediately as the fucker empties his stomach on the floor. Then there's a hand over my shoulder, thumping hard . "You're already here." Someone shouts behind me, laughing. "Might as well have fun."

"More shots! "They yell, and I shrug the hand off, scoffing because this is fucking disgusting. The kid's heaving as he giggles, and there's a group of drunken frat guys behind me screaming for more shots. The night's just getting fucking better.

I grab another shot glass, only to chase it with another; liquid courage they used to say. It doesn't burn anymore, just the blooming heat in my stomach -a sign that maybe it might be in my bloodstream now, but I can't tell because sober or not, the lights are fucking distracting.

Just one more shot I tell myself, spotting the bottle of gin. One more shot.

The drink sloshes over the rim, and I pull back, downing the full drink in one large gulp, wincing because fuck, that was strong -stronger than the previous drink. Good. Probably enough.

On second thought, why just a shot when I can just take the whole fucking bottle. No one will care. There's more liquor going around. I take the bottle as I head towards the hallway to look for any empty room with solo occupants. I'm not drunk. Really. I might be tipsy but I'm not drunk. Walking isn't difficult.

It smells like axe body spray, weed, nicotine and cum and it should be fucking disgusting but my fried brain isn't registering anything except to look for a bathroom because the drinks have made their travel down my body. I'll look for someone to fuck after I find a place to pee. There's two women humping each other when I open one door, and another couple down the hallway near undress. Room after room, there's nothing to see except for sex, and I try to stumble my way up the stairs to look for an unoccupied bathroom.