Porter laughed at everyone, then decided he needed some fresh air. He walked away from everyone else, walking out the front door and tripping, falling in the grass.
He didn’t feel like getting up. He knew he was going to pass out or vomit or both, so he just layed there, staring up at the night sky.
Porter started to feel his to feel his conciousness slipping, and he embraced it.
The poor boy was too drunk to realize he was dying.
Porter sighed and decided, what the hell, and down went about four jello shots, the burning sensation familiar and comforting in his throat.
Now I sound like an alcoholic. Great.
He smiled, “Do you have jello shots in Germany?” He hoped it wasn’t an offending question to ask Anton.
“I had…
”Oh, well youre in for a treat, Jon and i always have too many of these.” Porter smiled.
“No wonder!” Anton laughed then turned around and looked at Jon, everyone Sonny had called together had again dispersed into smaller groups, mostly in pairs, he noticed everyone was way more drunk than him so he downed as many shots as he could, not stopping to breathe inbetween.
Jon nodded, “It was a bloody mess last time we had these things!” He grinned wide, taking two shots at a time. They burned his throat when they slid down but he ignored it when the cooling feeling of alcohol settled in his stomach. The british boy then turned to Anton still with that goofy grin, “We should take a race, to whoever finishes, I’ll give ‘em 30 bucks or somethin’.” The alcohol hadn’t set in yet, so for the most part, Jon was sober.
For now.’
Porter’s eyes widened when Anton started downing shots like they were nothing, undeniably impressed.
“Sounds like an amazing idea to me.”
Porter spoke up after taking three more shots, feeling almost inferior next to Anton and Jon.
He held up three fingers. “Three… Two…” He looked between the two, “One!”
Anton set up atleast 10 shots near him, downing one after another, only stopping once to try and shake off the feeling, his eyes watered and his throat felt almost numb from pain, he turned towards the other two, seeing who had won…
Porter had managed to have about seven by the time Anton had finished ten. He knew he wasn’t going to win, but it didn’t matter.
He looked at Jon, seeing how many he had managed to drink.
Porter sighed and decided, what the hell, and down went about four jello shots, the burning sensation familiar and comforting in his throat.
Now I sound like an alcoholic. Great.
He smiled, “Do you have jello shots in Germany?” He hoped it wasn’t an offending question to ask Anton.
“I had…
”Oh, well youre in for a treat, Jon and i always have too many of these.” Porter smiled.
“No wonder!” Anton laughed then turned around and looked at Jon, everyone Sonny had called together had again dispersed into smaller groups, mostly in pairs, he noticed everyone was way more drunk than him so he downed as many shots as he could, not stopping to breathe inbetween.
Jon nodded, “It was a bloody mess last time we had these things!” He grinned wide, taking two shots at a time. They burned his throat when they slid down but he ignored it when the cooling feeling of alcohol settled in his stomach. The british boy then turned to Anton still with that goofy grin, “We should take a race, to whoever finishes, I’ll give ‘em 30 bucks or somethin’.” The alcohol hadn’t set in yet, so for the most part, Jon was sober.
For now.’
Porter’s eyes widened when Anton started downing shots like they were nothing, undeniably impressed.
“Sounds like an amazing idea to me.”
Porter spoke up after taking three more shots, feeling almost inferior next to Anton and Jon.
He held up three fingers. “Three… Two…” He looked between the two, “One!”
Porter sighed and decided, what the hell, and down went about four jello shots, the burning sensation familiar and comforting in his throat.
Now I sound like an alcoholic. Great.
He smiled, “Do you have jello shots in Germany?” He hoped it wasn’t an offending question to ask Anton.
“I had…
”Oh, well youre in for a treat, Jon and i always have too many of these.” Porter smiled.
After having Anton snatched away from him by Porter, he shrugged it off, sitting next to Joel.
“Joel, hey. Hey, Joel!” He pestered, prodding at his arm before taking a sip of his drink. He started to hum a little and found himself humming a small disney tune.
That wasn’t surprising either. “Had enough to drink there, buddy?” He could start to feel himself getting a little pink in the face from the alcohol, but Sonny sounded like he was getting flat out wasted. Wait… Leoj?
“Yeah, alright. Then if I’m cool; you’re hilarious…” Two things that will never be true in a million years.
“Plenty! But there’s more to come! And… And what was that, Joel? You called me funny? More drink! We shall celebrate,” Sonny yelled, getting up to go and get another drink, when he noticed a familiar face walk through the door.
“FRANCK!”
Franck’s head jerked in Sonny’s direction, “Oh heyyyyy…. uh…”
He couldn’t remember the kid’s name… fuck.Sonny heard Joel shout his name and grabbed his drink quickly while scurrying back, of course, dragging Franck with him.
“Joel! This is Franck! Franck, Joel!”
He was introducing a lot of people to well, a lot of people tonight.
Shouting over the music so he could be heard, he asked, “Dude, why do I know your face?”. Joel couldn’t care less about pleasantries after whatever was in his cup, but you know. It was probably nothing, but he asked anyway.
“Uhm… what?” Franck asked, confused.
“you’re retarded.” Danger grumbled, taking control of Franck, “let me take care of this…”
“I dunno, man. I could just be getting a little drunk; forget it. Nice to meet you n’ junk.” He gave him his best closed-eyed shrug and went back to staring at people dancing.
Social retardation at it’s best.
“Right…” He sighed and turned back to sonny, “So where are the drinks? I wanna get hammered too…” He practically lost his accent, his voice seeming much more smooth and confident.
“O-Over there!” Sonny stuttered, “I’m sure you’ll be able to grab something,” he slurred, his lisp slipping through ever so slightly. Sonny had been too busy consuming the drink he had on him that by now, he was pretty much ‘away with the fairies’.
“I need to go and sit down. I need to see Jon, too…”
Joel nodded, letting Sonny and the French guy go off and do their own thing. He might even go get another drink.
Sonny felt a little bad on just leaving Joel, so decided to call people over.
“Jon! Anton! Portah! Get over here!”
He smiled, waving at them and taking another drink.
Joel stood up and began to walk off. “I’ll be back. I need another—”, shit, what was the word? “…drink. Whatever.” He made his way over to the bar to grab something.
Anton stood up and followed the crowd, he felt a little lost but he decided to shrug it off. He decided he did want to try a jello shot, like Jon had suggested.
One, two, three, four, they went down so easily, even if the taste was a little off. Anton’s head spun a little, and he already saw Sonny asleep in the corner, Anton started to laugh. That alcohol had gone straight to his head.
Porter sighed and decided, what the hell, and down went about four jello shots, the burning sensation familiar and comforting in his throat.
Now I sound like an alcoholic. Great.
He smiled, “Do you have jello shots in Germany?” He hoped it wasn’t an offending question to ask Anton.
Jon had arrived to the party just a little late, and he was going to try and have a nice time today instead of moping around his apartment like he had been ever since the last party. But once he had walked in the door, everyone around him was wasted. Or it seemed to be that way. With a sigh, he…
“Oh, I’m from Chapel Hill, North Carolina…”
Porter noticed another familiar face out of the corner of his eye, and smiled even brighter than before.
“Jon! Hey!” He waved him down, obviously in a very good mood.
Jon was drinking down the liquid as if his life depended on it when he heard someone call out his name. It was Porter. With a weak smile, he waved back at him, getting up from his seat and walked over to them. “Hey mate, how’re you doin’?” He gave Porter a hug before extending a hand to the new boy, ” ‘Ello, I’m Jon. And you are?”
“I’m Anton, it’s nice to meet you,” Anton grinned at the accent, he didn’t expect there to be all that accents in one friend group but a little relieved he wasn’t you only one.
“How are you?”Jon smiled a little, taking another swig of his drink. ” ‘m alright, how’re you? I haven’t seen your face before, are ya’ new?” He asked, nudging Porter with a grin. “I say we show the new kid the jello shots, I wanna get hammered tonight.”
Porter raised an eyebrow, his cheeks turning pink.
He lowered his voice. “You sure that’s such a good idea?”
He was very skeptical of jello shots as of late, especially because of all of the drama it caused last time he did them. Maybe now it would be different because there would be a third person involved….
But then again, maybe that would make it worse.
Jon had arrived to the party just a little late, and he was going to try and have a nice time today instead of moping around his apartment like he had been ever since the last party. But once he had walked in the door, everyone around him was wasted. Or it seemed to be that way. With a sigh, he…
“Oh, I’m from Chapel Hill, North Carolina…”
Porter noticed another familiar face out of the corner of his eye, and smiled even brighter than before.
“Jon! Hey!” He waved him down, obviously in a very good mood.
Porter sighed dreamily at Anton. “Oh, that city is beautiful. I can’t see why you would want to leave a place like that for lousy America.” He smiled.
He liking talking to Anton, it made him feel less like a tag-along and more like he was a main component in the conversation.
I like this guy, He decided.
