The Night Is Young

Sandy Grains, Alcohol, Accusations and A Dark Boy in My Bed

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, listen to the music at the right ^___^ Groovy, is it not?

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Sand between my toes

Ocean water on my hips

The sweet taste of Nelson on my lips.

Laughter; raucous, heavy laden with alcohol spiked punch and cheesy dip.

“Nelson you’re drunk off your ass, go away,” yet he still has me in this chokehold like position, one that I don’t mind too much because it’s just loose enough for me to wiggle and press my back into his stomach and rest my head against his collar bones.

I don’t mean it, I actually mean Nelson baby I don’t ever want you to go anywhere. And he’s not necessarily drunk but he is pretty loose and all lovey…unless that just how he is.

“SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOTSHOTSHOT!”

This is illegal as hell, the whole hoard of us tripping over sandy grains in the dark taking shots of Caribbean rum, Smirnoff and Skyy laced cranberry juice. And it’s not just us either, it’s the house of people right beside us with Muscle Boy who’s throwing me confused glances and then there’s the house behind us and another house of teenagers getting Black Boy Wasted like there is no possibility of the laws catching us all.

And I happen to be the only sober one.

I trip over my feet and giggle as Nelson laughs in the space between my shoulder blade and neck. His soft breath tingles right, makes me shiver and sigh as it blows against my neck softly and I feel his lips. A quick kiss, his nose, right there, right there trailing the line of my neck as he wraps his arms around my waist, locks his hands against the front of my abs and pulls me in deeper.

Ok so I’m not completely sober.

But I know that I’m the soberest out of the raucous bunch. At least I can walk without pressing my hand against my right eye, or holding onto someone. I can walk without crossing one leg daintily in front of the other.

I trip again and this time Nelson can’t catch me, he can’t catch either of us though I’m molded to his body. We fall in the sand, hard/soft sand grains pressing against his exposed torso and my bare thighs as we sputter and laugh at eachother for being so stupid.

Alright so maybe I’m having some isssues walking straight but still! I’m pretty good. Pretty good yes indeedy.

“Tee-Tee,” Nelson whines into my stomach, the vibrations cause me to shiver and giggle. I can’t feel his bare lips but I can feel the shape pressing against my belly button as he blows gentle raspberries, one raspberry, two raspberries and then I’m done for.

“Hahahahaha,” I laugh and attempt to push him away at the same time, if he’s not drunk then he’s high, either way he’s being a little bit too free with his affections at the moment.

“GET A ROOM!” Someone to the right yells, I fall against the sand again and I just know that when I wake up tomorrow morning I’m going to look like the Sand Man’s Bride because I’m going to have all kind of junk in my hair.

My head falls back slightly and I tip it back all the more, my chin high in the air as I look at the world upside down and frown. It’s dark, but there’s a bonfire, an illegal bonfire enough to light up out festivities. Nikki is sitting on someone’s lap, a Mexican boy with enough tattoos to scare Jesus away and she’s swaying. There’s a bottle of straight liquor in her hands and as she sways she has her eyes set on me, but his hands are searching, reaching under her over cover, searching, searching, but she doesn’t notice.