binded

grace ; blame it on the alcohol

By the sound of his voice and his stature, Zane has clearly had a certain amount to drink. Because of this, I laugh. His state of mind is so askew that he does the same, laughing with me in the middle of a large crowd of people.

"What are ya drinking?" I ask, peeking into his cup, "It wouldn't happen to be." I fake a gasp, "Alcohol."

Zane shoves the cup into my hand, brushing his fingers through his hair, "You'll have to find out for yourself."

I told my mother that I would be home by 11...and that I wouldn't go out anywhere. However...the opportunity is being given to me. I stick the cup close to my nose and smell it. A bizarre blend of rubbing alcohol and...cherries? Some type of fruit. My heart pounds as more sweaty bodies close in between Zane and I. The angel and devil on my shoulders argue with each other, and somehow, the little demon that looks oddly like me captures my attention and I take press my lips to the rim. Bottoms up.

Although I vividly remember my first kiss with Zane (the one that I initiated of course) the second is a bit foggier. I know that it is him, I can tell by the way our lips reunite. It's like I haven't seen him in months, even years. Yet he is right in front of me and has been.

Sometime throughout the night, I recieved my own cup and probably spilled a bit more than half of whatever I was given (so what if I am a clumsy drunk?). Zane and I wander around together until I stumble upon a circle of people with a beer bottle in the middle of them. What is this, seventh grade?

However, we sit criss-cross-applesauce as if we are in kindergarten yet we are overflowing with alcohol. However, the similarities between a drunken teenager and a toddler are blatant.

"I swear." I giggle, fiddling with my curls, "If this lands on anybody but you, I will be pissed!"

Zane laughs hysterically as he reaches to grab the bottle and turns it. The lip of the bottle lands on every single person, swirling into insanity. Gravity begins to slow it down and to my luck, the bottle lands directly on me and I lunge myself on top of him. People groan as we make out and we are eventually instructed to "get a room".

While we walk upstairs, I feel his hand go on my hip and slide into my front pocket. I raise an eyebrow as I turn to face him. After we enter a random bedroom, everything fades into black.