Forget Me Not

forget

Oliver was drunk. So drunk that the white tiled ceiling of the bathroom was swimming above him in jagged waves, making him feel seasick. Katie was also projectile vomiting into the toilet beside him as Brock subsequently peed in the shower. In essence, the whole night had transpired into this cacophony. 

Oliver's clammy palms gripped the sides of the countertop as he attempted to stay upright. 

Brock violently shivered as he abruptly pulled back the shower curtain which had been protecting Oliver from seeing simply too much of him to stomach.

"Man, that was an incredible piss." Brock said, smiling drunkenly to himself as he tightened the shoelace looped through his jeans, acting as a poor excuse for a belt.

Katie moaned into the toilet bowl in response. 

"Oh Katherine." Brock laughed, kneeling beside her. He gathered her curly hand in his hand as she unleashed another round of pure liquid into the toilet.

Admittedly it made Oliver's stomach feel queasy. 

"I'm going to go get everyone some water." Oliver announced, eyeing Katie uneasily as his stomach churned.

"Get me another beer." Brock instructed, still supporting Katie's head above the toilet bowl.

Oliver simply ignored his request, gratefully sidling out of the washroom, closing the door with a secure click behind him.

The party was still thick with people, and intensive heat, which began to trigger beads of sweat across Oliver's forehead.

He carefully maneuvered past a group of people playing beer pong, raucously swearing at each other and cheering, as his beer goggles intensified.

He didn't know the layout of Katie's friend's house very well, let alone when he was drunk off of his ass so it took him a bit of exploring to finally find the kitchen.

The giveaway was the bright, fluorescent light suddenly spilling into the hallway, breaking up the darkness.

The kitchen was otherwise empty when Oliver stumbled in, carefully focusing on not tripping over the variety of abandoned cardboard cases scattered across the floor.

He stared helplessly at the amount of cabinets lining the room, all identical and none betraying what they contained.

His throat was painstakingly dry as he haphazardly began pulling open cabinet doors, looting around for some sort of cup. His desperation had peaked so at this point he would have settled for a bowl to drink out of.

"Looking for something?"

A voice broke him out of his focus on finding dishware.

He turned around, a little too quickly, pausing as the contents of his stomach lodged uncomfortably in his throat.

"Water." He said, swallowing forcefully as he took in the girl in front of him.

"You're in luck." The girl smiled at him, pushing the plastic red cup she was holding towards him on the kitchen island "Water."