Neighbors

Chapter 9

I put my arms in the air, and swung then around wildly, not caring about how stupid I probably looked. But that was probably the all the shots I just took talking. It was a few minutes past sunset, and apparently, the party was just now starting for most. I guess some people just like getting wasted in the dark.

Calum and Luke were almost completely forgotten, probably off drinking with their other friends, or banging some drunk girl who thrust herself upon them. They were notorious for being players, not that I cared, what they did with their life was none of my concern.

I smiled flirtatiously when I saw an attractive guy walking in my direction, with his brown eyes locked on mine. His short, light brown hair was styled into a small quiff. It was hot, but nobody could rock that like Luke could. Here you go again, Andy. You don't even like him, why are thinking about him?

"Hey, I haven't seen you around here. Whats your name?" I didn't stop dancing, I grabbed his wrists, and pulled him deeper into the crowd, only slowing down a little so that we could talk, and dance, at the same time.

"Andy. Ya haven't seen me 'cause I haven't lived here long." I struggled with my tipsiness to form a coherent sentence.

"I'm Reeve. What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" He supplied a smirk, and there was a glint in his eyes.

I giggled. I was happy in my drunken state, some are angry, some are emotional, and some are like me, cheerful and giddy. "You like to ask questions, do ya? Well I'll tell you right now the I don't have a boyfriend, just so I don't have to hear all those overused lines."

He chuckled at that. I saw somebody pass by me with two drinks in their hand, and I quickly snatched one. Bringing it to my lips, and tipping my head back, downing it in just a few gulps. The boy just glared at me, before going on his merry little way.

"Impressive." Reeve noted.

"I drink it like a man. Bottoms up is the way to go."

"That's child's play compared to what I can do."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Damn right."

"Challenge accepted. Lets go." I dragged him through the crowd of teenagers on the beach, and across the lawn to the back door of Michael's house. This is where you go when you need to get more drinks.

I slid open the screen door, and made my way through the living room, and into the kitchen, Reeve trailing being me.

I smiled at Garrett, the Junior who was in charge of all the drinks, and making sure that we never ran out.

"Hey, Garrett. Reeve here, thinks he can down more shots than I can. That's bull shit and we all know it. How 'bout we prove him wrong, yeah?" I leaned up against the counter, resting my chin on my palms.

He just smirked knowingly, and nodded. About an hour ago, a girl named Mary claimed the same thing, and got her ass whipped. Not literally.

I turned my head towards Reeve. He didn't look the slightest bit nervous, he should be. There was noooo way I was gonna lose. Losing is for, well, losers.

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We had a circle of about 20 shots in the middle of Michael's ping pong table, which was situated in the middle of the living room by the patio door. The person to drink the most shots in 45 seconds, would win. There was already a large crowd gathering around the table, Reeve and myself. Good. Now everyone will see their previous victor, defend and keep her title. Damn you, Hunger Games, I will never be able to say 'victor' without thinking of you!