Enemy Basis | COMPLETE

1| goodbye Darcy

DARCY

As I sat perched on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other and an untouched Jack and Coke in my hand, I studied my surroundings with detached boredom.

The party was in full swing and had been ten minutes ago when I had arrived.

Everyone was gathered in the centre of the room, their dancing bodies moving in sync with each other and the music, underneath the bright, shining lights. The alcohol flowing through their veins allowed them to let go of all their inhibitions, relax and be free; satisfaction and happiness pouring out of their moving limbs as they whirled together as a unit.

I carried on watching them and felt a little pinch of envy.

They didn't know how lucky they were to be able to be happy, to be truly happy with the lives they had.

I felt movement to the side of me and couldn't help as boredom and a growing frustration pulled my gaze from my previous view to a newer one.

Just to the left of me, there was a guy who was undoubtedly drunk. The poison coursing through his veins seemed to take absolute control over his body as he wobbled and swayed in disaccord with the vibrating bass of the music. The frothy beer, carried in his hands, jolted out the cup with each movement and the cluster of people huddled close to him retreated more and more every step he took towards them.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen next or even if I wanted to know but I couldn't find it in me to look away.

The boy took a couple more steps towards the group, even as they inched further backwards but his mind was undeterred, unlike his body. In the next moment, he seemed to trip over the carpet, his feet trapped in motion as his body began to lose balance and fall, crashing his head against the armrest of the sofas that lined the living room. It wasn't a particularly bad fall but he just lay there, face flat on the ground and unmoving.

The sight would've been funny had it not been for the group that stared at him, eyes pinched with disgust, not daring to move a finger to help.

I waited a beat and then another to see if anything would happen.

When nothing did, I knew I would have to take matters into my own hands.

With a sigh that came from the very depths of me, I stood up and walked towards him, partly grateful for the distraction and for no longer needing to pretend to be remotely interested in the party.

When I got to him, he hadn't moved an inch. I mustered the strength to hoist his heavy body onto the sofa and as I turned him over, I saw it was Mark, a class clown type from my chemistry class. His drunken state seemed less out of character now.

I gently smacked his cheek, needing a response out of him to ensure myself that he was still alive and he groaned, eyes opening the tiniest amounts. Pressure dismounted my chest as I sighed with relief. This made my job of playing nurse ten times easier now I knew he was conscious.

"Hey Mark, are you feeling ok? It's Darcy from chem."

At the sound of my voice, his eyes closed again before opening much wider than before. This close, I could see the effects of the alcohol so much clearer through the blended haze of unfocused blur in his eyes. He struggled to maintain eye contact with me but his gaze settled somewhere between my cheek and left ear.

"Oh, hey Darcy. I'm goooood," he mumbled incoherently, "Just a lil' drunk. How are you?"

"Better now that I know you are alive," I mumbled back to him as I thought of the next steps of my plan. The party was getting rowdy quickly and I needed to get Mark out of here almost nearly as much as I wanted to escape.