I tossed my head back gulping down the shot that was passed my way. Cheers erupted from the crowd of people around me. They were amazed at how much I could handle.
A little whiskey never hurt anybody.
Only it wasn't just a little whiskey. I was on my eighth one. And I also had a few beers before that. I'm not a lightweight but I felt it kick in eight shots ago.
I usually don't fall as deep as I did tonight but lately I haven't been feeling like myself. It's been a rough couple of weeks and for once I just wanted to feel nothing. I was getting pretty close.
"Shay," I heard a voice call in the distance. My head was cloudy. I took a sip from the red solo cup in my hand only to have it taken. It was my best friend, Ella Glazer. She knows my limits better than I do.
"You can NOT drink this much Shailene. You look green." She touched my face gently, testing my temperature as if I was struck with a fever.
"I feel fine, Elle. I'm just under my friend uh, his name is, let me think. Influence. Yeah I'm under that guy."
"That's not funny Shay. Let's get out of here," she said grabbing my arm and gently pulling me off the chair I was perched on for basically the whole party. I never truly feel the intoxication when I'm sitting but now that I was standing on both feet...
Shit.
"Ella..I don't feel-" and a mountain of vomit poured out of my face. In fact, the shit that ripped out of me was so monstrous that it couldn't all fit out of my mouth. It decided to take a detour. Out of my nose.
That burned like hell.
"Shit Shay! You nearly puked all over me! I told you you couldn't handle it." She was pissed. She dragged me out to where her car was parked, attempting to clean the vomit off of me before I got in.
"I can't believe you. Don't move. I have to run inside and get something to clean you off with. Don't move." She sounded really disappointed. She's just like my mom sometimes.
I leaned on her car and watched her walk back inside. Halfway to the door she stopped and took her heels off, holding them by the straps. Then she disappeared back into the party.
I stood alone for a few minutes, trying to figure out where I was. I reeked of alcohol and puke and there was a slight hint of marijuana.
"Shailene?" a voice called out from behind me. I couldn't turn around to see who it was. Things were already spinning enough. I felt like I could throw up again. Once the familiar voice came in front of me I recognized his face.
"Mark?" I asked, even though I knew for sure it was him. I wouldn't mistake that prick for anyone.
"You look..terrible." He laughed like he had just said the funniest thing ever. "No you actually look great it's just the vomit doesn't really match your dress." Again he exploded with laughter.
"Listen Mark, I may not be 100% aware right now but I can still fuck you up in about two seconds so I suggest you back away." Mark knew a lot about me which scared the hell out of me. He's best friends with my ex. He practically dated me too that's how close they are. I'm surprised Brian wasn't here.
"Shay, baby, no need to get so angry," he said, inching towards me.
"Don't talk to me like that." He kept coming closer and closer until his arms were around my waist and his nose was basically touching mine. I pushed him away so forcefully he fell to the ground. I tried not to laugh but I couldn't help it. He grunted and quickly got back on his feet.
