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XXII

I found a couch in the weird living room-type place to get to myself and sit down on.

One shot.

Two shots.

Three shots.

Four.

By this point, I had lost track of what was going on, and then somebody sat down next to me. They held a fat ass blunt that looked dank as hell, and was tempting not to ask for. My drunken eyes fixated on the face of the blunt holder, and he had a birthmark I could recognize anywhere.

"Hiiiiiiiii Cartiiiiiiii." I mumbled, smiling wide.

"Hi there, Symere; looks like you're having a fun time." Carti replied, smiling just as big.

I started to sit up to get closer to him, but then another person interrupted me.

"Hey Symere, I hate to interrupt, uh, whatever this is, but do you happen to know where Nayvadius is?" Summer approached me and asked.

I tried my hardest to focus on the statement, and replied, "Ummmmmmmuhhhhhhh nahhhhhh Summer, ihant seen dem in aroun n our."

Summer sighed annoyed, and turned to Jordan, "How about you Jordan?"

He shook his head, "Ion know where he is, but I saw him wit Montero awhile ago over there." Jordan claimed, pointing his index finger in a certain direction, with the slightest twinge of euphoria in his voice. All of a sudden, Summer grabbed my wrist, shocking me.

"C'mon, Symere, you're gonna help me look for him." Summer demanded. She then began to basically drag me off the couch, and pull her behind me towards some of the less populated parts of the house. I looked back towards Jordan, who just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me.

"Whyyyyy you een' so gahdamnnn pressed abou' findin him?" I asked, still being pulled.

"Because, Symere, this is my boyfriend; I'm sure you would do the same for Monty." she replied. It sort of struck me as odd that Summer considered us an actual thing, or maybe it was just strange that I had never heard someone say it out loud before.

She lead me to this semi-empty hallway, populated only by strange looking people that I had never seen before. They wore dog collars and these disgusting suspenders, things that DEFINITELY didn't look good together.

"Ok," she explained, pointing at a bunch of closed doors "you look in this room, this room and this room. I'll look in the others." I nodded my head in a semi-aware state.

I walked to the first door and swung it open, drunk me expecting someone to jump out and scream "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" or something. In sober reality, it just lead to a closet that was filled with luxury towels. I approached the door next to it, and for some reason wasn't shocked at all when I opened it to find a bathroom with a girl on her fucking period.

A stench of seafood left the small bathroom, and my eyes grew wide. The traumatized girl turned around to face me, "GET THE FUCK OUT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

I panicked, and slammed the door quickly, and taking a seat in order to recover from just as traumatizing event I experienced. Guilt fell over me again, feeling sorry for the poor girl in who was still in the bathroom, humiliated. I facepalmed myself, and brought myself to the third and last door I was instructed to inspect by Summer.