Too High Christian Anthony Fanfiction

Him

Erotic, sweaty bodies sloppily moving against one another to the electric beat of the music. 

I was being suffocated by the intoxicating scent of alcohol and cigarettes, combined with an all too familiar devilish herb and the passion that dripped from the surrounding bodies. 

I don't know what I was doing here tonight. My best friend and roommate, Ace, had dragged me along with him. "Don't be such a loser." He slurred. "It'll be so much fun to go out."

After having just got off from an eight hour shift of dealing with angry people who have nothing better to do than yell at me because I'm the receptionist. 

 Of course I agreed to go with him though. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't go and keep him in check? The last thing I needed was him getting drunk and ending up halfway across the city. That, or I wouldn't be able to sleep because I would be sitting up waiting for him to stumble into the house at 3 A.M. or later; but at least I'd know he was safe. 

So here I was; at a club babysitting my best friend. 

I was sitting on a plush red, velvety couch, keeping a close eye on Ace as he drunkly made his round on the dance floor, making sure to have time with each and every person that made themselves available to him. 

I sighed, taking a sip of my water before deciding now would be a good chance to just take a peak at the time on my phone. 

10 P.M.. We had only been here 30 minutes, which meant I still had approximately three-four hours give or take before I could even begin trying to convince Ace to go home, and at least five hours before I'd actually be able to get him under control and in the car back home; meaning I had six hours before I could get him into bed safely. But, that would only happen if things ran smoothly tonight, which was highly unlikely.

"Is this seat taken?" An all to familiar drunken voice asked as the cushion beside me dipped. "You're so pretty, Diesel." Ace complimented me through slurred words. Using the hand that wasn't occupied by his drink, he began to run his fingers through my hair. 

"Thanks, Ace." I giggled softly as he rested his head on my shoulder, wrapping an arm around mine. 

"You're so hot, Dies. How are you single? It's literally fucking insane." 

I rolled my eyes, knowing where this was headed. This happens every time Ace gets drunk, and it happens to always be the most annoying and embarassing event of the entire night. 

"Like you could literally get anyone you wanted." He slurred, sitting up right and looking me directly in the eyes. "I'll prove it!"

"No, Ace, please don't" I began to protest, not wanting to go through the same humiliation that always occurs with him. 

"No no!" He hushed me, putting a finger to my lips. "I got this."

Before I could protest again, Ace was stumbling over to a group of boys at the bar. 

"Ace stop!" I stumbled over my own feet, falling onto the small table in front of the couch, knocking semi-full drinks over, only making my situation that much worse.

"Shhh!" Ace hushed me, raising a hand to silence me before he turned to continue his wobbly  pursuit towards those innocent men. 

I felt my face flush as I stumbled to my feet, watching in horror as Ace was now only inches from them. 

I wanted to throw something at him, anything that would stop him, but I knew that would only cause an even bigger scene, and bring me more unwanted attention, so I just sat back down on the couch and decided the best thing to do was remain silent.