Passport to Love

The Bloody Party

She had a bad feeling about this. It wasn't her. It wasn't right. And at the moment Monica knew that if she didn't get back to her hotel room in the same form she left in, there were going to be major consequences. And by that she meant with Chandler. Why did he have to bother her into coming to this party? Why couldn't he just leave her be to her bubbles and zit cream? This was not the way she planned on spending her first high school party- yes she is a senior in high school and has yet to attend a party- and the boy next to her was the last person she expected to be accompanying her.

Why couldn't it be Chip? He was good looking, he was smart and funny. Why didn't Chandler pass the news onto Chip?

Monica's feet began to hurt and the cab just pulled up. "My key." She reached out her hand

"What?" He questioned

"I don't want you holding onto my key because if you loose it then I'm going to be sleeping out in the hall tonight." She told him "My key."

Chandler reached back in his pocket to hand it to her before opening the door and getting out, not bothering to wait for Monica as he made his way to the door of the party.

Monica knew that wearing Rachel's shoes she packed instead of wearing her comfortable sneakers was going to be a bad idea. She watched as everyone seemed like they were from college and had a drink in each hand. They wore just plan jeans and a simple T.

Monica looked down to fix her skirt. Is it wrong that she already felt overdressed?

"Lady, are you going to get out?"

Well at least the cab drivers had the same attitude as they did at home. "Yeah..." She said hesitantly sliding out.

Monica took a deep breath and then began her first steps towards insanity.

It was loud and it was very crowded as she tried to keep up with Chandler. She so badly wanted to clean this place from top to bottom. Or maybe from bottom to top. The downstairs living room needed it badly. She would start at the marbled coffee table where there was spilt beer and plastic red solo cups everywhere. Then she would probably work her way to the potato chips that were abandoned when someone decided it was a good idea to ride a bike down the stairs and into the beautiful...now in a hundred pieces...vase. That is where she found the two couples making out next to the small bike. If only their partners knew that they were kissing two gay dudes as they watched the other couple. If only they were sober enough to figure some of the obvious things out.

Forget cleaning, Monica should work her career towards crime scenes. Would this be considered a crime? Yeah, there was a dead vase at the bottom of the stairs.

Bringing her attention back to the front she saw that she lost Chandler already. Instead she decided to walk to the kitchen, where she felt it was less obnoxious, she went ahead to grab her a drink of water.

"There you are." Chandler called, walking in with some girl

"How can you already be hooking up, we just got here." Monica rolled her eyes already annoyed.

"This is Natalie. It's her party." He explained looking down to find a cup in Monica's hands "Here, I'll make you a drink." He unwrapped his arm from Natalie's shoulder and grabbed the cup out of Monica's hands.

Chandler took the two steps needed to reach the counter full of various bottles and mixers. He splashed liquid from a few different bottles, making both his and Monica's. Then he shook the two glasses before handing over hers.

Instantly, she felt like a match was just lit in her throat as she downed her drink before her brain could tell her to stop. "Ugh!" Monica pulled the empty cup away.