Closer

6.

Eddy had hesitated when he recieved that text message from Ray inviting him to his house party the following weekend. He knew that combining himself and alcohol often ended with embarrassing situations and possibly clinging to Brett the entire evening.

Turned out it wasn't all wrong, except Brett kept disappearing on him. It didn't help him in the search of his friend that someone had offered him a jägerbomb way after he should have stopped drinking. With slightly blurred vision, he scanned the crowd of Ray's friends, but he couldn't really find Brett anywhere.

"How you feeling, Eddy?" Ray half shouted from behind him to compete with the deafning bass the crowd had put on Ray's stereo. Eddy turned towards him, immediately seeing how drunk he was on his red cheeks.

"Where's Brett?" Eddy asked back, but Ray just nodded and moved along with the deafening music.

He was about to give up when he spotted Brett across the room, leaning on the wall with one shoulder and holding a red cup of some kind of alcohol. Brett ran a hand through his hair, and Eddy knew he certainly wouldn't mind doing their thing right then and there.

Pushing people aside, Eddy started making his way through Ray's crowded living room. That was, until he got close enough to see the blonde girl Brett was chatting with. His heart sunk to his stomach seeing them. He knew that look on Brett's face.

He stopped dead in his tracks, feeling like the soft carpet under his feet glued him in place as he watched Brett place a finger under her chin to allow their lips to touch briefly. Eddy lifted his hand slowly and brushed a fingertip against his own lips. Brett never kissed him.

Following the giggling couple with teary eyes through the room and to Ray's guest room hurt. Seeing Brett playfully kiss her neck before closing, and presumably locking the door behind them hurt. He knew he had no real reason to be jealous, they had talked about this already. It still hurt.

The second jägerbomb hurt too. It hurt his mouth, his throat and his stomach. Worst of all, it didn't help with the pain in his heart.

The vodka shot he got his hands on after that didn't make it better either. For the most part it made him lose his balance and made it harder to ask for the tequila shot when a friend of Ray's offered to share his bottle.

He still somehow managed to get two tequila shots down before finding himself stumbling for the bathroom as the last one threatned to come back up. The bathroom was just across the hall from the guest room, making him feel worse again. Stupid blonde girl.

The next hour or so was spent hugging the porcelain throne, even though nothing really came up. He was simply too tired to move, and at some point he must have fallen asleep. At least, he had no memories after that.