boobs not boys

7

6 months before: the party

Alcohol.

The influx of people into the crowded house made me feel drunk; I didn't even have the poison in my system yet.

the room was as assortment of individuals' masquerades which they presented to the ever-growing crowd of people. I sat back on the armchair and marvelled curiously as the people gradually turned from timid to raptorial in the span of an hour.

I was unsure whether or not the previous drugs had warped my vision of the strangers around me, but they all turned animalistic.

Boys were tearing into girls like a ravaged lion, scouting out their next vulnerable prey to devour. Others like me were sprawled like nocturnal creatures on pieces of furniture. The animals danced to the music that blared, their juxtaposing patterns, colours, textures, species blurring into one chaotic congregation of things that should be ripping each other apart.

I had begun to drink, but decided to avoid the stale and bitter beverages that were provided as mist began formed in my brain. I lay my head back, my mind swarming with different hallucinations, trying to get some piece from the jungle I was caged in.