Silence.
You could hear a pin drop if it did.
I haven't heard a crowd of people go so quiet since I saw Avengers in cinema and the whole audience went mute when Vision lifted Thor's hammer.
I know it's a nerdy comparison but come on. How often do you see a group of drunk teens stay this quiet? There isn't even a heavy breather to break the silence.
I stare down the cup like it's my enemy. Having to focus my movements on my aim, I notice the amount of wobbling I have gained from all the drinking. I breathe in and out slowly. Derek has his elbows on the table and his hands over his mouth.
It's down to this. The final cup. We both have one cup left standing and since Derek missed on his turn, it's all up to me to win this game. Otherwise, they'll almost certainly succeed in their throw.
The lightweight of the ball leaves my fingertips as it makes its way towards the cup. Even though the room was as quiet as a mouse, it somehow got quieter. Time slows down and my heart speeds up as I watch the ball fly. The last thing I hear before the room erupts into noise is the angelic sound of the splashing of liquid in the cup.
The whole room screams, including myself. The arms of Derek wrap themselves around me and I screech in shock. I laugh as he spins me around, indulging in our accomplishment.
When he places me down I'm smiling like an idiot, whether it be from my slightly drunk state or the fact that he had embraced me as he did.
He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Sorry. Spur of the moment," he chuckles with a sweet smile. Our eye contact is cut short when the crowd separates us to the point where we can't see each other anymore.
I'm taken aback when Miles clasps onto my shoulders and shakes me back and forth, congratulating me in many different words and phrases.
"Miles, please- Miles, could you- Miles, stop! I'm gonna vomit if you don't calm down." My request makes him quickly release me and hold up his hands in fear of being thrown-up on.
"You okay?" He asks, still smiling proudly of me. "You can't be drunk from that."
"No. No, I'm not," I wave off with a giggle. "I don't think I am anyway. I'm just not used to it, that's all."
"You got a text from your dad, by the way."
"Wha-"
"Relax," he cuts me off. "I replied to him for you. I figured you were a bit too busy and we don't want him thinking you're up to no good, now do we?"
"Thanks. He wouldn't let me out ever again if he knew what I was doing," I say as I skim through the messages.
"How mad could he get? It's not like you just won a beer pong tournament or anything," he jokes and I chuckle along.
My excitement and happiness are pushed aside when my brother's name pops up on my phone screen with the options to answer or deny the call.
"Oh, no.." I whisper.
"What?" Miles tilts his head to look at the screen.
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