āĀ @chaezus
how many times had she cussed herself out for not listening to her own advice? answer: more times than she could count upon her fingers, surely. and seeing as she decided that tonight was the night she could mix practically every drink available at this party, tonight was also the night she had to pay for it. her body seeming lifeless as it leaned against the toilet, head hanging forward with her eyes closed and lips parted, groaning quietly in response to the entire situation. the sudden question was barely heard, let alone registered. leaving the stranger to continue questioning her doings, she didnāt even bother finding the strength to give him a reply.
really. there was nothing more he hated than parties. groups of wasted people, little to no space, sticky air, the smell of alcohol and vomit mixed together, filling his nostrils up to the point he felt like throwing up himself. it was worse than riding the subway on a weekday, and that alone he loathed. if he didnāt have to pick up a friend, he wouldnāt even think about getting close to this place. if he were in the mood to celebrate and drink, heād do it by himself. really, he was just looking for this girl, but she was lost in the crowd. he kept seeking, couldnāt spot her. but when he heard those obnoxious sounds in the bathroom, he couldnāt help but wonder. maybe it was her? he knocked, spoke up, didnāt get a response at all. maybe his voice had gone under in the loud beat of this terrible musical choice, so again, he knocked, this time harder.Ā āfuck, how can girls get this wasted.ā he muttered to himself.Ā āopen the door. or at least reply. iām not here to waste my fucking time.ā
