Our Story So Far

Chapter 20

By the time 1 AM rolled around, I was completely smashed. Taking those shots after seeing Roman and that girl gave me a pretty strong buzz, but I now had about three rounds of beer pong under my belt. 3 rounds of which I ended up losing. I wasn't very good at beer pong running on 4 drinks, and Wes didn't have very good aim while sober. The two of us paired together called for a rather disastrous situation.

"And so even though he's still an ash-hole," I slurred, "I still want to kiss his face all the time." Some part of my subconscious was still lucid, but no matter how much I wanted to stop babbling, I couldn't. The word vomit was tumbling out of my mouth without warning.

"I ah-gree. He's most definitely an ash-hole." I cackled, and Wesley grinned at me before shrugging an arm around my shoulders. The giggles kept fluttering out of my mouth, I just couldn't help it. There was just something comical about drunk Wesley. It might have something to do with the fact that I couldn't understand a word he was saying: a product of his thick British accent mixing with alcohol induced slurring, no doubt.

The two of us busted up laughing at every little thing as we made our way through the crowd. I was pretty tipsy, but thankfully I could still manage to walk without tripping over myself. It took quite a while, but the two of us managed to drag ourselves out of the mass of people, finding a slightly less loud space in the next room over. Wes and I practically tumbled over the carpet, and we started laughing all over the place again. We finally found an open space in the middle of the wall where no one was standing.

I leaned up against the wall, too tired of supporting my own weight. My shoulders slumped slightly and I rested my head against the smooth plaster. Wes took the spot next to me, matching my body language. Although he didn't seem as drunk as me, he still looked pretty tired.

"Are you drunk?" I asked. Wes gave me a sloppy nod, moving as much as he could without getting off the wall. "Am I drunk?" Wes snorted and nodded again and I cackled. "We're drunk." I stated, still laughing.

"Agh, man I'm going to be so hungover tomorrowwwwww." Wesley should have been dreading that fact, but in the moment, being hungover seemed like some sort of impressive feat. And I was so drunk that I completely agreed.

"No kidding. I haven't gotten this smashed since Junior Prom." I rubbed a hand over my face. That was a good night. At my high school, Junior Prom was more like a pregame to Senior Prom. Senior Prom was like our last hoorah, so everyone took it pretty seriously and tried to have a traditional dance.

No one really gave a shit about Junior Prom though, so a majority of us ended up getting trashed. Jackson was my date that year, and the inevitable spiker of the punch bowl. I remember partying it up at some hotel with a majority of the Junior class. The whole night was pretty clear though, all the way from when Drake rode a tricycle down the hallway, up until I woke up in bed next to Jackson a new person, if you catch my drift. Just thinking about Jackson made my beer taste bad.

"Hey is that Roman over there?" Wes asked, curiously. It was as if he couldn't make out the figure through his drunken vision. Not that my eyesight was any better at the moment, but I snapped out of my thoughts to look where he was nodding.

I finally focused my eyes on the other side of the room where Roman had strolled in with his lady friend. I watched as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and she pushed her chest out towards him. It was rather pathetic, actually. I turned my attention back on Roman who was too distracted by his girl that he didn't even see us.

"Yeah." I spat bitterly. Why did I ever expect anything different from him? He was always a player, I just never believed it. But that's only because I never saw him in action until now. I was always in the studio doing some late night recording, or turning in early while he was out partying. As I glanced around the room I saw him still chatting up his latest prey, and it made me sick.