Love in 24H (Filipino)

1 AM

"Let's leave her here to rest." I told Luther.

"Can we give her anything to drink? Like water or coffee?" Asked Luther, while delicately putting pillows on Lauren's back, straightening her dress, and pulling her skirt down from nearly exposing her underwear.

"No, bro. She might inhale the water or something. Let's just give her some when she wakes up and asks for it."

Lauren looked like a wreck! Her eyelids were a bit open, showing only the the white of her eyes. Her hair was all messed up, drenched with sweat, with some strands sticking to her face. There were spilled drinks on her dress and a thin red line on her forearm from a wound who knows how she got. I thought it was hilarious to snap an InstaGraph Story of the batch nerd that was all messed up in my house, but Luther, The Party Pooper, is here, and will surely not approve. She looked like a victim in a crime scene.

Luther was concerned Lauren would roll over or sleepwalk, and in some way, tumble down the stairs, so he pulled one of the other long sofa chairs and barricaded the top of the staircase with it.

"Let's go, dude. Leave her alone so she can rest." I had to practially drag Luther downstairs and keep repeating myself to him. He didn't want to leave Lauren, but I insisted that she wasn't going anywhere, and from the looks of it, couldn't even lift a finger, so sleepwalking was definitely impossible too.

"Wait! Let me just get these off." Luther removed Lauren's huge earings and put them inside her bag. He then left the bag by Lauren's feet on the sofa.

When we got to the ground floor, there were even less people now than a few minutes ago. Well, anyway, it's one in the morning already so... I guess people had to go home and sleep. Or, maybe, they all got freaked out by Lauren's crazy outburst. Damn! What a drama queen!

I told Luther to go to the kitchen if he was hungry or that he could shoot some hoops outside. He chose the latter. Apparently, that's what he was doing all night, anyway. He was saying something about some try-outs he had to go to later this morning, but I was too drunk to pay attention.

Nobody was dancing anymore so I asked the DJ to wrap it up and call it a night. They sucked anyway. That's what you get for free DJ friends volunteering at your party. Jeez-uz! I went over to the minibar dude and told him that he could go, as well.

I turned on all the lights. What. A. Fucking. Disaster. The air was foggy due to all the cigarette smoke. There was so much trash, spilled liquid, and vomit on the floor. A couple that was making out on one corner scurried away like rats when they were hit by the fluorescent light. About four other people looked dead, prolly knocked out by all the booze and exhaustion, and had vomit on their clothes—sure signs of an awesome party! Should I check if they're still alive? Nah, they'll start to smell later if they're not! I chuckled at myself.

A lot more people went up to me to thank me and say their goodbyes, prolly to crash at another party or club. I told them to take care and to come back to my post-graduation party next week. They said they look forward to it. Of course, you do!

Some tried to help clean up the mess left by everyone, but I told them to just chill and not to worry about it since I got people coming in the morning to do all that. There was nothing left to do then, but to smoke, tell drunk stories, and just hang out.

My head was light and my vision turned a little bit from all the booze I consumed. No regrets, though. It was an awesome party! I never made out with so much girls over a few hours, ever, in my life. Damn! What would top this night, though, was if I got one of these princesses to my bed.

I went to the kitchen to get me some coffee and snacks to try and manage the effects of the alcohol in me. I saw a girl there, bent over, looking through my refrigerator, her underwear showing out of her mini skirt. "Got anything for me?" I told her with a charming smile, which I have carefully perfected over the years. It never failed to melt their delicate hearts.