The Science Between Arts ⏸️

Chapter 4

Chapter 4- Liquids And Powders

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I timidly walked behind the group led by Liv, towards the mansion that seemed to shake with the loud music. I slowed down when we got to the entrance. I expected a line, or bouncers like the movies, there was none of that. It looked different but familiar.

The large room was filled to the brim with drunk young adults, teenagers and adults trying to get more drunk; some of the tipsy ones sat alone on the large couch at the center of the room, or were huddled up in a corner alone with a drink in their hands. The rest that weren't dancing, were playing games- dares- with alcohol induced excitement; gladly stripping, kissing and humping strangers.

"Come on, Mackie." Beer guy said. He threw the empty bottle in the thrash before holding me by my wrist.

Most of the dark corners without proper lighting were 'occupied.' I removed my gaze from their unholy practices. They were basically having sex with their clothes on!

"Walk faster, poop." He grumbled, dragging me with more force through the sweaty sea of drunk people. I watched a couple- or acquaintanced strangers- grinding each other: which they called dancing, then someone groped my butt. I couldn't even make out who it was because Beer guy took a sharp corner.

He seemed to know exactly where he was going and that scared me a lot. He's drunk, way stronger than me, and ridiculously taller. He could rape me effortlessly in any room at all especially since Liv and her friends had disappeared in the sea, and Ryan didn't come along.

"Slow down." I weakly squeaked, futily trying to dig my feet into the hardwood. He might have rolled his eyes but he just pulled me harder, his grip became tighter, which just made me more terrified.

"Beer guy." I whined, hating that I had no control over the situation. I could scream but that won't help when you're in a place filled with people am that didn't even remember their own names.

He stopped walking, opening a closed door before pulling me inside. "No! Stop!"

He chuckled as he released my wrist from his vice-like grip. "Open your eyes, Mackie."

I opened my eyes, praying we weren't in a bedroom. We weren't. It was a kitchen, a huge kitchen. Beer guy took large strides to the fridge like he owned the house, mixing some liquids together before pushing a recyclable cup to me. I eyed the liquid in the cup that looked like water.

"What is that?" I kept a safe distance between the cup and me, and an obvious distance between beer guy and I.

"It won't turn to an alien, Mackie. Go closer." I looked up at him when he rolled his eyes dramatically. "Just drink it. The name doesn't matter, it'll loosen you up."

"Loosen me up?" I asked sarcastically. "I'm not some jar of pickles, or a knotted shoe lace that needs 'loosening up'."

"Huh?" He furrowed his busy eyebrows in confusion. They parted ways when realization of my words dawned on him. "That was funny and clever, Mackie. Just drink up."

"No way." I frowned at the cup, taking a few more steps further from him. "And it's Mackenzie."

His gaze hardened. "Drink up now, or I'll shove it down your throat."

He stalked towards me in two steps. I blinked in fear; we were joking around for a second, how did he get mad so fast.

His shaved head made him look more intimidating than a normal drunk college student, couples with bus freakish height and muscles bursting from his tight top. Imagine 'The Rock' mixed with the height of 'Lebron James' and blue eyes, that's exactly how he looked. It is stupid of me to be attracted to a bipolar druggie but he is extremely hot.

"Okay, okay." I gave in, practically running to drink up the liquid in the cup. It burned my throat badly, but I wanted more of it. The worst part was, Beer guy knew that too.

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"Fuck!" I cursed. The deep bass, or techno, or rock, or whatever beat it was coursed in my blood, pounding my head along with the five cups of mixed liquid Beer guy made me drink, and the six tiny cups of something that burned me in a good way. I felt free, maybe a bit happy, and extremely drunk.

"Come, Mackie. Let's go meet the others." We stumbled over to the group. Liv smiled at me as I say down. She had changed her contacts again before we left to a green alien-like color. Her hair tumbled down in waves behind her neck and over her shoulders as she hugged me close. She was also drunk, but smelt different.

"Try this, Mackenzie." Ivan and his girlfriend, whatever her name is, were sucking each other's faces off. His hands crept under he clothes but she didn't seem to mind in the least bit.

"What is it?" Lines of powder was on the coffee table. I shook my head, confused whether I was too drunk, or they were too drunk. Who sniffs powder?

"This is weed." She said dreamily then giggled. Her pupils were diluted and I sobered up quickly. "It's amazing."

Someone passed a white capsule to me, forcing it into my hands. "Take it."

"Oh." Liv said, relaxing her head on the couch. "I'm so forgetful. Everyone, this is Mackenzie-"

"It's Mackie." Beer guy said before popping two pills in his mouth and downing water.

"Mackie." Liv corrected herself. "That is Ivan and Amelia."

"That's Noah." She gestured to Beer guy.

"Asher." The lanky emo boy nodded at me then popped four pills in his mouth.

"And Isabelle, but everyone calls her Isa." The blonde made a peace sign before sniffing the line of weed. "Where's Eden?"

Liv shrugged in reply to Isa's question. She turned her gaze to me. "Take the pill, Mackie."

Her accent lured me in. At this point, I was beyond tempted; she looked happy, they all looked happy and peaceful as they took the drugs. I wanted that.

Freedom from the world. So I popped the tablet in my mouth, closing my eyes as sensations took over. "Eden!"

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Hey!

So I'm sure some people are uncomfortable with this scene but you need to understand that it'll develop the plot.

I earlier mentioned she is religious, she still is but- no, you'll fund out later. I can't spoil the surprise.

Anyway, Vote! Or don't if you want. What matters is I feel confident enough to submit this so I know it's good.

Enjoy. Till the next chapter.