after a while, i ditch the random guy and move back to the kitchen for another round of shots, my head is pounding and i feel a little sick but it doesn't stop me.

i make my way back outside and sit by the poolside, disregarding my shoes and socks to dip my feet in the water, part of me wants to slide in and look at the world through the chlorine from the bottom of the pool.
but i stay kicking my feet at the side until i feel someone behind me, i turn and it's fez, bent down beside me.

"you fuckin' wasted," he says and i can't feel my face but i think i smile.

"i'm just buzzed-" i hiccup, "i'm not even like drunk yet." i day and he furrows his brows at me.

"this isn't even my prime, look-" i try to slide into the pool but his hands come at my hips to pull me back.

"lameeeee fezcoad" i slur his name, and he raised his brows in amusement at his new name.

"shit mammas you can't even talk how 'bout i get you some water or somethin'?" he asks and i scrunch my face up. "but there's water right here whadoyoumean?" i blue the last few words together as i cup my hand in the water and try to drink it before he brings my hand away from my face.

"don't drink that shit lina, damn. c'mere," he says moving my shoulder back so he can grab my other hand and help me from the edge of the pool.

my eyes are basically closed because i only see a thin line of moving color when im not focused on him,
"you have freckles! me too," i slur and he cracks a smile at the sheer stupidity that's pouring out of my mouth.

"yeah," he says with a bashful smile, moving to lay me on the empty couch by the bushes. he lays me down and tell me to stay put as he goes and grabs my shoes to put them beside me.

"imma get you water so sit yo drunk ass down," he says and i stick my tongue out and for a second i was really gonna stay seated until rico nasty started blasting over the speakers.

"shittttttt, i fuckin' love this song," i slur to myself as fez walks into the house. as soon as he's out of sight i get up and start dancing, it'd be more fun with a friend but i don't need it. i got the alcohol to help me have fun.

i move over to the crowd of bodies that gathered outside and start dancing and rapping along to the song.

"im a poppin ass bitch lemme remind ya
don't hide i can always come and find ya"

i find a girl who knows the lyrics and start yelling them out with her, my arm thrown over her shoulder as we dance to the music and when the song switches up it only gets worse because it's megan thee stallion.

all the girls are dancing on each other and i can barely see all i know is i feel good as hell, i feel like im on a cloud. there are hands on my waist and on my shoulders and on my neck, im covered in bodies and sweat and it's the best feeling in the world.

"cocky as fuck everything 'bout me poppin' got face i got body, you name it i got it,"

i belt the lyrics and bump to the beat, singing with girls i don't even know but i'm having the time of my life.

"i am not seeking' approval, i'm number one i tell bitches what to do," i run my hand down my body and make eye contact with that guy nate and raise my brow at him.
he shakes his head with the ghost of a smile and i turn away satisfied, and continue dancing in the crowd.

i spin around and see fez over by the couch he left me at as he looks around to find me.

my body comes to a halt and i maneuver my way out of the crowd even though there are hands pulling me back to being the center of attention.

somebody steps on my foot on the way out and i trip over myself on my way to the couch. i start giggling as i help myself back up and over to the couch.

"fezcooooo," i sing his voice as i collapse into him rather than the couch. his hand comes up to the small of my back to keep me steady and he pulls his head back to look at me.

"thought i told you to sit yo drunk ass down. you off yo shit mammas, needa sober yo ass up," he says and i roll my eyes.

"i don't like it when i'm sober though- i wanna feel good, i feel good." i say as i move my hand to cup his face, "i like it like this," i day and he has this look of pure disappointment on his face when i say that, he looks like he's hurt.

"what's the matter?" i ask, suddenly saddened by the look on his face.

he shakes the look of his face and says, "nothin' ma lets just get yo ass sobered up," he moves me to sit up right on the couch and he sits beside me, passing me the bottle of water and a bag of chips.

"eats some shit too, you drunk on an empty stomach i can tell," i giggle and down the water in one go, moving to grab the chips, he looks out at the pool in front of us as i eat in silence.

"you do this shit often?" he asks and i shrug, mouth full of chips.

"this is nothing compared to city parties, i'm not even fucked up like i wanna be," i say, with my mouth half full and i kick my feet up over the arm of the couch and rest my head on his lap.

i hold the bag of chips up to his face,
"you want some?"

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