Oh, Eleanor

Chapter 21: Into a wilderness

When Ron arrived at the house party, everyone seemed to be there. Five minutes into it, he could already feel nausea kicking in due to the mingling of the delicious BBQ and the stench of alcohol. Everything was reeking of  sweat. And the loud music was giving him headache.
"Hey there." Someone tapped his shoulder delicately.
Ron turned. It was Kylie. He felt a sudden pang of guilt upon seeing her.
"Hi."
She looked at him straight in the eyes and smiled. By the look of her glassy pink eyes, stumbling posture and extremely cheeky grin, Ron could tell she was drunk.
"What are you dressed as?" He asked, besides being really curious of her costume, he just wanted to make a small talk.
All he could see of a dress was a short black drape, a fur scarf round her neck and three black lines on both her cheeks.
"Isn't it obvious?"
It must have been. She looked like a cat without ears. But who would be a cat.
"Um...No." he kept it safe.
"Well...I am what you think I am...I am a cat...Meow!" She giggled.
Ron thanked the gods that he was a considerable distance apart or those long nails of her could have ruined his face forever.
"Yeah, right."
"You?"
Ron looked down at his costume. He had punk rock clothes on. A little eyeliner, the hair perfectly spiked cum ruffled.
"Billie Joe Armstrong. Can't you tell?"
"Actually, yes I could. You did a great job there. You look awesome."
Ron blushed, "thanks...And so do you."
But before she could hear that, someone pulled her into the crowd which looked like they were standing with their arms raised and bumping into each other (but were apparently dancing).
"Hey there. You punk rocker." Chris shouted over from the bump dancing crowd. He had his arms around a short girl. Probably a sophomore.
Ron waved back.
"The drinks are in the kitchen." He screamed. He looked like he was dressed as a carrot. Whatever it was, still a bad idea.