xx chapter one xx

"Tris! Christina!" A drunken Uriah greets us at his apartment door.

He ushers us into his apartment, which is currently filled with sweaty Dauntless members, grinding and drinking away. Personally, I find it repulsive, but whatever floats their boats.

"I'm ssssooooo happy you could make it!" He slurs, leaning against me for support.

Leave it to Uriah to get drunk 15 minutes into a party.

"Yeah, yeah, me too." I reply, shoving him off of me and into the sea of people.

Christina leads me to the kitchen, where many other people are gathered. She rummages through a cooler, before handing me a beer- a smirk on her face.

"Drink up. You need it."

Sadly, she's right.

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The ground beneath me sways as I grind against some stranger, laughing and drinking from my red plastic cup. It's not until I'm in someone's arms that I realize that I fell.

Whoops.

I let out an annoying giggle, and look up to see the face of my rescuer.

Surprisingly, I come face to face with a still sober Four.

"Thaaaaaaannnnk yooouuuuu." I slur, laughing as I drag on my speech.

In response, he shoves into my shoulder as he leaves.

Rude much?

Well, I won't let a PMSing Four ruin the party.

I walks towards the kitchen once I'm slightly stable on my feet, and grab another beer.

With a couple of big gulps, the bottle's finished.

This isn't working.

I want something strong.

So strong, that I flinch at the taste.

Grant it, I had never drank alcohol before today, but...

I stumble over to the make-shift bar, which is really just a table filled with alcohol.

"Hey!" I yell at the person behind the table. "Give me something strong!" I slam my hand on the wooden counter, hoping to make him go faster.

It works.

After all, I was ranked first in initiation.

People are scared of me.

Soon, a shot glass is placed in front of me.

"Only one?" I ask quizzically.

The person chuckles, before placing about twenty more glasses in front of me.

"That's more like it!" We laugh together, before I down the first shot.

The drink leaves an intense burning feeling in my throat. I flinch, the force of the drink surprising me. But then, I smile and go for the next one.

The more shots I down, the better it feels.

By the time I finish my... Is it fifteen or twentieth shot? Or maybe my twenty- fifth? I don't know.

All I know is that I can't stand without assistance, and that I feel great.

"Whhooooo!" I scream, feeling like a queen as people drag me to the couch.

"Whhooooo!" I repeat again, making sure I'm heard above the others.

The two guys carrying me chuckle as I scream, gently placing me on a couch.

"Whoo-" I'm cut off by myself, as I begin to puke.

Gross.

By the time I'm done heaving my insides out, I feel much more clear- minded.

I'm defiantly still drunk, but not nearly as much as before.

Thank, God.

Even though I just puked, I get up and stumble into the middle of the dance floor.

I'm not spending the rest of the party sitting down and doing nothing- not when there are people grinding, and drinks being served.

Somehow, Christina manages to find me on the dance floor, and we dance together for the rest of the party.

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At 2:00 A.M, Uriah kicks everybody out. Excluding us, of course.

And by us I mean:

Christina

Will

Marlene

Uriah

Lynn

Zeke

Shauna

And Four, the PMSing Male

After making us all sit in a circle, Uriah looks at us with an evil smirk. "It's Candor or Dauntless time, Bitches."

AN: Hey! So this is a new story (and my first story), and I hope you like it! I know the topic is over used, but I really like it- so yeah.

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Keor434