laila's pov
I was awoke by Matt violently shaking me, causing me to jump out of bed.
"What, what's wrong?" I groggily questioned.
He laughed and me and replied "Nothing it's 9 now, people should be here in like 30."
I flicked him off as he walked out of the door and stretched while attempting to wake up.
I dragged myself to the restroom and brushed my hair through. I then stumbled to my closet and put on a pair of ripped mom jeans and a cut up/cropped t-shirt. My feet slipped into some socks and then a my raggedy ass air force one's.
I tied my jeans with a white shoelace while going down the stairs and was greeted by ian offering me a shot.
This was gonna be an eventful night.
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Two shots and Matt already put his limit on me. I was only allowed one more. This made sense cause I was lightweight but I mean there's no fun in three shots.
So naturally I took my last shot of fireball and began sipping on my capri suns.
The beauty of my capri suns was that you couldn't taste any of the alcohol.
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Two capri suns in and I am feelinnggggg buzzed.
I was talking to a bunch of random people that knew me but I had zero idea as to who these people were.
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Four capri suns in and I should probably stop cause that's like 9 shots so far but I mean fuck it right.
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Eight capri suns in and my vision was blurry as fuck.
On my way to get another one from the drawer though.
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ciaran's pov
I saw laila stumbling towards one of david dobrik's friends. Toddy I think? No idea.
She looked fucked up, and for someone who was on a three shot limit, she should not be fucked up. She was drinking capri suns for christ sakes. There was no way she was fucked up.
I decided to go over there and check up on her. Matt was upstairs with some girl which I respect.
"Ciarannnnnnnnnnnn, hmmm no that doesn't sound right. I'm gonna call you bear. Hm much better." She slurred when she saw me walking in her direction.
I lightly grabbed her by the arm and retrieved her from the group of people she was with. I guided her to the empty kitchen.
"Bear ya know, these are my absoluteeee favoritossssss."
Did she really say favoritos?
"Okay Laila look at me," I said while moving her face to face mine, "There's no way your this fucked up over three shots."
Now that she's right in front of me I can smell the alcohol on her breath.
"Ah laila how much have you drank?" I questioned.
"Uhhhhhh three shots and eight- no wait nine capri sunssssssssss." She said while waving it around.
"Ya knowww bear, now that I think about ittttt. Yeah yeah now that I think about it. I thinkkkkk. I do, yeah, I thinkkkk I gotta throw upppp." She slurred while clutching onto her stomach.
She really spiked a children's drink.
She formed a bubble in her mouth and and she looked extremely pale. Before I could process anything, she was throwing up in the sink. I pulled her hair back and when she was finished throwing up basically liquid, I turned the water on and let it run for a bit so that it wouldn't smell like throw up.
