Crash: Forsaken

Drunk

Every person is a certain type of drunk. For example, Marcus is a quite drunk. Alexis is wild drunk. Dave is a handsy drunk; he's the type of drunk that usually gets kicked out of a party. But I, I am a random giggly drunk.

Right now, the party is in full swing. Drunk or not, I know when a party gets wild. Everyone is drunk as hell. The party was getting crazier by the second. Awesome would be a fit adjective to describe the party.

They even had a sexual booth; where you get pleasured or take someone upstairs into one of the rooms. That would be my current location.

Standing between my legs right now would be Toby Alexander. One of our school's finest eligible bachelors. Just the thought of his lips made me giggle obliviously.

"So, where were we?" he asked huskily, hanging up on whoever has been calling for the past 10 minutes.

Giggling, I slammed my lips on his. I giggled a bit more when he moaned as I pulled softly on his hair.

I am fuckfaced drunk. I'd been drinking hard liqueur since the moment I left Derek's room. I had needed something to cool me off. I had needed something to take me off the edge, that's what being that close to him does to me. I don't particularly know what changed, I mean, I've slept next to him for weeks. What changed now?

I felt Toby's hands just under my ass, pulling my legs up around his waist. It's getting steamy and I am a sucker for steamy. I wouldn't be surprised if I drag him upstairs right now.

"I think that's enough," a familiar voice sounded right next to us.

Next came the cliche scene; where Toby was ripped away from me and I was being pulled away from the booth. God! Can't I get laid peacefully?!

"Marcus!" I whined.

"Alissa!" he mocked.

"I don't sound like that," I slurred wobbling a little.

"You kinda do."

"Do you like pizza with pineapple?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Are you taking me to your room?" I asked giggling.

"Yes, but not for those reasons swimming in your dirty mind," he said chuckling.

"Nobody takes a girl to his room except if he's planning to fuck her hard and that's only when the bathroom's line is too long for his patience."

"I-"

Drunk, Slip, Trip.  

"Ow" I cried out, tripping over.

"JC" he shrieked helping me up.

"JC as in Jesus Christ?" I asked clutching onto his waist for support.

"Yes."

That's so funny! A nick name for Jesus Christ. Normally, I wouldn't find it funny. What the fuck had I been drinking?

"Sorry dude," I muttered to the unconscious guy I tripped over.

"What's that smell?" Marcus asked grimacing in disgust.

"I think I tripped into someone's puke," I whispered.

I could feel my tears well up as I jumped from one leg to another in my place. This is so disgusting. Is this god's way of punishing me for being anti germ freak?

"Oh my god, you did!" he said pushing me away slightly.

"Oh my god," I screamed tears running down my cheeks.