Taking Chances✔

~2.0~

   Chance's POV

"To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind" - Thomas Hood

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To say I knew what was going on would be a complete and uttered lie. My mind only contained information up to the 20th guest that made entrance through the door and from there I am just drawing blanks.

Let's just say the party was hype!

And, I don't just mean the music and people were having a good time.

No.

The lights were colorful and scanned everywhere from the floor to the ceilings. The music was awfully loud that it had every willpower to burst your eardrum even if you remained 50ft away from the speakers. The place was so crammed with people, I honestly didn't know how some of them were able to bend just to dance. Were we allowed to have this amount of weight on the top floor?

Should we even hold such a party as this?

Should the sky be blue at all times when there is cotton candy that is pink?

I don't know and reassuringly I didn't give a f**k! They were all too many damn questions if you ask me!

I wasn't drunk...yet! Tipsy? Well, I'll be!

I had my fourth cup of gin and cranberry in my hand and was just enjoying this freaking party! 

Trent, the party planner was like a guru or some shit, I swear. He had less than a couple of hours and the party looked like it was the best well-planned event to ever happen in New York. No celebrities were here, thank God. I didn't want it to be a fancy one. I wanted it to be those egregious college parties, where random hook-ups and shit-faced hangovers were birth from.

I stole a chip from a nearby plate. I didn't care if it had an owner or not. 

"Ohhh hell yeah" I nodded to the song coming out of the speaker. My eyes scanned the crowd for the dark head boy and shortly found his dark brown eyes already locked with me. As soon as the beat dropped we broke eye contact and began singing as we move to the center of the floor.

"Cheers to the freakin weekend, drinks to that ye-yeah!" Rihanna's voice emerged from the speakers. 

Trent threw his drink in the air and I immediately felt sorry for the leggy blonde that was curled into his side. Her dress was ruined and possibly rank from the mixed drink that Trent was sipping on. I followed suit dropping my cup on the floor and jumping on the glass coffee table. Damn, I really need to think about what I do around glass objects. Trent bounced on the couch nearby and started throwing up random signs. 

This was our song. 

More Trent's than mine, but he has made it ours somehow. We first heard it at one girl's party in 12 grade and totally turned up to it. Safe to say, we both got drunk and had horrible hangovers that introduced that, not only that your head hurt but everything does. We were entirely consumed by the burning alcohol that pulsated through our veins, but we both remember the Caribbean singer being our motivation. 

"Drink to that ye-yeah" Trent and I screamed, turning towards two girls, nodding our heads. 

"Ohhhh, let the Jameson sink in" we roared, Trent and I snatching drinks from bystanders and raising them in the air.

"I drink to that yeah" we sang, staring at the group of girls that started to blush furiously. I don't understand why. We were both drunk out of our minds and singing quite horribly if you ask me. They stared at us for while, one leaning over to whisper something in the other's ear.