Pulse

Carried away

Warning: mature content

    Aaron and I knock on the door to Katelyn's house. After deciding to go to the party together, I decided to call her and find out more information, what to wear, if we should bring anything, and when to show up.
    Someone opens the door, and I was shocked to hear music blaring and all the lights off. I didn't get a chance to see who let us in, I didn't get a clear view of his face. He just waved us in and he melted into the dark, thick crowd.
    The scene around us was disturbing. Travis stood on a table with a flask in his hand, clearly drunk, and a beer bottle in his other. He chugs the remaining one third of beer in the bottle, and the people around him cheer. "Yeaaaah!" He yelled across the house and drops the bottle on the wooden table with a smash.
    "Hey!" Katelyn stumbles through the people with a broom and a dustpan, and I realize she's drunk too. Along with literally everybody at the party. She begins to sweep up the mess Travis made, and when she's finished, she looks up at Travis and waves a finger at him. "No masturbating for a week! And I'll be watching!"
    In the living room I see Garroth kissing... Laurance? I just walked in here and found two couples I didn't know about! "Hey Aph," Katelyn finishes cleaning up the mess Tracis made and makes her way over to where Aaron and I stand. "The drinks are in the kitchen, if you guys want any. Sick party, huh?" She stumbles away and grabs a random drink from a coffee table in the living room, and tells Garroth and Laurance to get a room.
    We walk into the kitchen for drinks, and Dante sees us and walks over. "Hey, there's some beer for you guys over there, just write your names on the cups and get some." He is also drunk. I really don't think anyone here is sober. We go to the stack of cups, and I grab two. I grab two permanent markers, hand a cup and a marker to Aaron, and write my name on the large, red solo cup. We fill our cups and drink.
    "Wow, this stuff is good! I wonder who brought it." I smile and drink more, and Aaron does the same. For a while, we just drink and talk to all the people. After a while, I start to get a bit drunk, and lost track of Aaron.
    "Hey Aph, come join our chugging competition!" I can't tell who the voice belongs to, but I go to the kitchen table where I previously saw Travis. The crowd parts as I make my way through, and I finally reach the table. The table has at least twenty cups filled three quarters full of alcohol, and I agree to chug.
    My opponent is Lucinda, and the odds are close. "Okay," Apparently Jeffory was hosting it and providing commentary. "On your marks, get set, drink!" I lunge towards the first cup and swallow it in about seven seconds, and I go to the next one. I don't pay attention to how many Lucinda drinks, I'm too drunk and focused on drinking.
    Suddenly, everybody cheers. I take my cup away from my face, and catch a glimpse of Lucinda's orange hair as she bolts to the sink. Where she was standing, there are three cups. I have five empty ones. "Whooooooo!" I cheer, realizing I won. But my victory is soon followed by a clenching feeling in my stomach, and I soon follow Lucinda to the sink.
    We all party for at least another hour, and I am stoned like there's no tomorrow. I joined two more chugging competitions, one against Aaron, he won. And another against Travis, and it was close but he lost by like half a cup. I only had one cup.
    It was now near midnight, and everyone who wasn't passed out was called to the living room to the TV to watch the ball drop. Aaron and I hold hands while the countdown began. The room erupted, "Ten! Nine!" I joined in, along with Aaron, "Eight! Seven! Six! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO!" Time seemed to slow, this is where I belong, doing stupid stuff with my friends, holding hands with the man I hope to spend the rest of my life with. "ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
    The crowd cheered, and Aaron's lips crashed with mine in a passionate kiss. And we stood there, kissing, for at least five minutes, only deepening the kiss. Suddenly, I am lifted off my feet and feel the gentle sway which can only mean I was being carried.