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To Love Preciado

Party Animal

Honestly, I've never been to a party. I have no idea what to expect. I always hear about high school parties getting out of hand and getting shut down by the cops, but this is no high school party. Since Vic and Mike are in their twenties, their friends are in their twenties as well. This party isn't going to be a bunch of teenagers running around and getting in trouble, most of the people there are legally allowed to drink. Taking that into consideration, there's no reason to be paranoid, I can have the time of my life.

The five of us decided to walk, although it pretty much took forever. After 20 minutes we found ourselves walking through the front door to an unfamiliar house. I took a look around to find that this party was exactly how I imagined it to be. There was little lighting, loud music coming from one room, red cups everywhere, people making out or dancing, and of course there were big guys huddled around a table in the kitchen challenging each other to drink more.

As I was taking in the smells and sights that had been foreign to me, I found myself tuned out and trying to process the world around me. My attention was brought back to my group of friends when I noticed a guy walking towards us. The guy looks like he's in his mid-twenties, he has black hair, and he seemed to be wearing eyeliner.

I watched him approach Vic and Mike. "Hey, glad you could make it!" the man said as he gave the two of them bro hugs.

"Man, I wouldn't miss it! You always throw the best parties, Pete!" Mike said.

"Thanks!" Pete looked over at me and asked Mike, "You going to introduce me to your friend or what?"

"Oh, this is Jaime's girlfriend, Rosaline." said Mike.

Pete held out his hand for me to shake, "Hey, I'm Pete!"

"Hi, nice to meet you." I simply replied.

"Alright, well help yourselves to any of the alcohol, don't get too wild! I'll talk to you guys later." Pete said before walking away.

The five of us stood there for several minutes before breaking off from each other. We established some ground rules prior to any drinking. First, we agreed we'd leave around midnight and we would all leave together as a group. Then there were a few more rules that were more common sense than anything, like no excessive drinking, no hooking up with strangers, no fights, and don't make yourself look like a drunk jackass. The last rule was directed towards Tony, Jaime and I since we're underage; don't stand out and get ourselves in trouble.

After confirming the rules, Mike and Tony ran off to get some beer.

Jaime turned to me and asked, "You want a drink?"

"Yeah, I could go for a beer." I answered.

Jaime then walked into the kitchen, leaving Vic and I in the front room.

"Rosaline, be careful when you're drinking, okay?" Vic said.

"Of course, Vic. I'll be careful, don't worry."

"Also, there are a lot of older, drunk guys here, so I think it's important you stay in sight. Wherever you are, make sure one of us are near."

"Alright, that's understandable. It's not like I'm sociable anyways, I'll probably stick by you guys at all times."

Jaime came back with three bottles of Corona in his hands. He handed Vic and I a bottle and we started to drink away. The bubbly, bitter substance made my taste buds dance and sent warmth down to my stomach. After finishing the beer I felt no noticeable difference though.

Tonight, I want to get drunk, and beer isn't going to do the trick. "I'm going to go find Tony and Mike." I told Jaime. He nodded, approving my decision.

I walked through crowds of people, making my way over to the kitchen where I knew I'd find Mike. As I entered the kitchen I realized that is where all the fun is at.

The kitchen itself is very spacious and surprisingly not crowded. There were people huddled around the dining table, taking shots and yelling every now and then. I noticed that the sliding glass door in the kitchen was wide open and there were people playing beer pong in the back yard. It seemed as if all the party animals were gathered up right here; drinking harder alcohol, getting shit-faced, playing drinking games, and just having a good time.

I spotted Mike and Tony over by the dining table. Mike noticed me and he waved at me, motioning me to join him.

"Rosaline! You ready to party or what?" Mike shouted. He's clearly had several shots already.

I laughed, loving how hyped he is. Next think I know, he's handing me a shot glass.

Here we go.

I chucked the alcohol into the back of my throat, swallowing it before the strong taste was detected by my tongue. After a few more shots I could definitely feel it making a difference.

"I want you to meet some people!" Mike said. He slightly tugged on my hand and brought me outside.

He guided me over to a couple guys. They both looked way younger than most of the people here, they both had messy brown hair, but one had a large streak of blond in his hair.

"I want you to meet Jack and Alex." Mike said to me. "They're both your age; Jack is 16 and Alex here is 17." Mike turned towards the two guys and said, "This is Rosaline, Jaime's girlfriend."

"Hey, Rosaline." said Alex.

"Hey, what's cracka-lackin'!" Jack exclaimed.

Usually I would be super shy around new people, but the alcohol changed that. "Hey guys!"

"Alex and I were just about to play a game of beer pong, want to join us?" Jack asked Mike and I.

"For sure." Mike said.

Mike and I teamed up against Jack and Alex. After playing for a while, it became a very close game. Mike and I had two cups on our side while Jack and Alex only had one cup left.

It was Mikes turn to go, "I got this!" He threw the small, plastic ball across the table, it landed right inside the cup. "Hell yeah!" he shouted. The two of us then high-fived.

"Good game!" Jack said.

"See you guys around." announced Mike.

We walked over to the front room. I found myself swaying in front of Vic.

"Looks like you two had fun." Vic said with a smile on his face. I could tell he's had quite a few drinks too.

"Where are the others?" Mike asked.

"I think they went into the other room to enjoy the music." Vic replied.

Mike left and once again Vic and I were left alone.

We stood there and talked for a while. I noticed that my words were somewhat connected, his sentences were slurred as well. I could tell I definitely wasn't drunk, but hell was I buzzed!

"You know, the music is really loud, I'm having trouble hearing you. Do you want to go upstairs?" Vic asked me.

"Yeah, sure."

Vic and I climbed up the stairs to the best of our ability and found an unoccupied bedroom. We both sat on the bed and continued talking.

As we kept conversing, I couldn't tell if he was getting closer to me. He stopped talking and it took me a few seconds to realize his hand was on my thigh. I looked at him confused and he simply smirked shyly in response.

The alcohol had taken over our actions, for I then found myself letting him caress my legs as I crept closer to him. His hands were resting on my hips and I placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Rosaline, honestly I've liked you since the day I met you. There's just something about you that calls out to me." Vic said in a hushed voice. "And I'm really, really fucking jealous of-"

I knew exactly what he was going to say next and before he could say his name, I pressed my lips hard against his. I could feel his body tense up and then relax as our lips collided. I'm pretty sure Vic is drunk, but he wasn't letting the alcohol affect the way he kissed back. Surprisingly he wasn't sloppy, instead his rhythm was steady and slow. As we continued to kiss, we picked up a little speed and everything intensified. Of course, I knew what we were doing is completely wrong, but the alcohol made it feel right. I couldn't help but get lost in his kiss.

I was practically on top of him now. Our hands were all over the place, venturing beneath each others clothes. Vic lied down on his back and I got on top, straddling him. He pulled me into a passionate kiss when suddenly the door flew open.