The Quest to Happiness

CHAPTER 6

A/N: I want to thank everyone for being here right now!

Anyways, the time passed, and the cookies were pushed into the oven. Tiffany then placed a six-pack of beer on the table. She pulled them out and offered each one of us one. We all accepted.

"Aren't your parents against alcohol?" Conner asked.

Tiffany nodded, "Yeah, they are. That's why you'll be the ones getting rid of the evidence."

"How did you even get it?" James asked.

Tiffany rolled her eyes, waving the question off, "Contacts."

She always was the one pulling strings, the one with the right contacts for everything. To me, that was kind of scary to think about. To be talking to so many people, being nice to them to the extent that they will do you favors. Niceness can bring you far. If only I knew how to keep my mouth in check. Conner popped the lid with the edge of the table. And popped ours open as well. We all took our sips. The cold bitterness shocked me when it ran down my throat.

"We should maybe speed drink or something," Tiffany suggested since she was eager to feel the effects. Speed drinking was a better way, as your metabolism can't keep up with that much alcohol so quickly penetrating your body system.

"I'm in." Conner immediately accepted the challenge and raised his hand.

"With beer?" I grimaced because I couldn't swallow it down that quickly.

But James wasn't happy with the choice of chugging our beers either but nodded anyway.

"Fine," I mumbled.

"1,2....3!" Tiffany counted down, and we dipped our heads back and swallowed it down quickly.

I needed to take a breath once and drank the rest then. Conner was already finished as well as James, as Conner took the last remaining beer bottles.

"Who wants the last one?" Conner asked.

I rose my hand, still getting over the bitter aftertaste. Conner looked at me and laughed at my grimacing face. But I already took the opened bottle from his grasp and dipped my head back, and gulped the second beer bottle down. When I finished, I almost spit it all out again, as my stomach was trying to handle the emptiness filled with beer instead of food. Conner finished as well.

I hiccuped, "Sorry."

"We have a winner!" Conner clapped me on the back, and I straightened when I slowly felt the alcohol consume me, infecting my mood.

"Music!" Tiffany shouted and put on some random Spotify playlist.

Some Song from Twenty one Pilots was playing, and we all started dancing and singing. Until the buzzer went off announcing that our first round of cookies was ready. We pulled them out and the next two portions in.

"It smells so good!" Tiffany exclaimed.

"It does," I agreed.

A song of 5 Seconds of Summer was playing in the background, having Tiffany totally freak out. In a fangirl way, of course, as she was totally obsessed with them.

"You look so perfect standing there in my American apparel underwear!" She sang, jumping around, but nobody joined her.

My mind felt light. When we danced to the next song like absolute insane drama queens. Dramatically acting out the pain or the love in a song...I couldn't help but not stop laughing when Conner made a freaky wild dance to some song. Even the others stopped for a second to look at his freak show. James soon joined him with an air guitar. Together back to back, they offered a two-man stunt-air-guitars.