I fell flat on my ass.

Honestly, I wanted to stay in that position below my bed; where I could nap in what I somehow thought was a comfortable position. But of course, my phone began to ring. The reminiscent rhythm of a song by the name of 'Snow Fairy' on blast.

Fuck, shit. Fucking shit.

What was I doing again?

Oh yeah, the essay. Fuck.

I slowly pick up the phone, almost hesitant. I hardly had any energy to even speak to a whole new different human, but I pressed the green receive button anyway. I wondered if it was the right choice considering I felt like I couldn't even form sentences.

What day is it again?

My eyes glance up to my calendar above my pale blue wall. Oh yeah, Saturday night.

Juvia's voice boomed from the phone. "Lucy Heartfilia!"

"Juvia, I can explai-"

"Get your ass out of bed and get your ass in here right now!"

What the fuc-oh yeah, Gray's party. Goddamnit.

I groaned, "I'd rather, you know, not."

Her voice was loud, but I could hear disco music and a guy shouting at another guy. Wait, I'm pretty sure that's Erza.

I hear Juvia sigh, "Are you seriously still on that essay?"

My eyes darted around the room, looking for evidence of my last known activities before I passed out somehow; my bed was untidied, my laptop was perched near the edge of the bed and a sneaky bag of chips was laying in my bedside table.

"Yes, I was."

"Where's the real Heartfilia? Party Queen? The one who dumped Gray's ass in a water fountain when he posted that god awful photo of you on his Snapchat story?"

My mind flew back to that night. Gray complained the entire way home to his apartment.

"Not right now. Party Queen mode is off." I weakly argued.

"Well, no shit. You know it's not a party without our Heartfilia though, right?" Juvia admitted in defeat, "Gray's drunk, like, four bottles of vodka and no one has told him to shut the fuck up yet."

I chuckled lightly, "Wait, what about Erza?"

Juvia sighed, "Erza's, uh, kinda having a rap battle with Kagura."

"Ya'll need Jesus." I sighed and paused, "Wait, what about you?"

"Hey, I've drunk two bottles now, I'm in no position to tell him to shut up. I think I can to just about everyone else though."

"Who's there?"

"Sting and Rogue's party and ours. The usual, you know."

A geniune laugh escapes from my lips despite my exhaustion. I could hear someone on the karaoke. Is that Sting? God-awful.

"Sting!" Julia's voice boomed even louder, my ears winched.

"What?" I heard a drunken Sting's voice. I'd say three bottles would do that to him.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm calling Lucy!"

"Fuck up! Can't you see I'm practically the reincarnation of Celine Dion?" Sting argued.

I scoffed, "The boy wishes."

"Honestly, him and Rogue have absolutely lost it tonight. Rogue sang 'Reflection' by Christina, like, two times now. I swear you should've seen it; Erza had to restrain Yukino from smashing him."

"Wasn't she having a rap battle?"

"Yeah, her and Kagura got a headstart and were drunk before they even arrived her-" the sound of what I thought was a plate smashing interrupted Juvia.

"What the fuc-STING!" Juvia's voice was absolutely terror.

"What happened?" I half-yelled to get back her attention.

It didn't work, "I swear to God, if you break one more vase I'm gonna drag Lucy in here to fuckin' smash you!"

I could hear screams, loud noises of terror from what I perceived was a crime of a broken vase and ongoing music.

"GRAY!" Erza's voice suddenly came up, my mind pictured the red-headed girl.

Suddenly, Gray's evidently hangover voice came up, "What the hell is goi-MY VASE."

"Shut up, you dumbasses. Can't you see Levy's asleep?" Is that Gajeel? Aw, he's so sweet.

"Fuckin' hell, I'll call you back." Juvia finally told me before briefly hanging up.

I let a loose laugh at their current situation out and sighed at my own dreadful situation. I stared pointlessly at my laptop, as if my essay would be finished just by staring at it.

Deciding to ease the spinning in my head, I decided to get up and walk to my apartment kitchen, passing the living room and sighing as I went. The night was rather warm and I usually loved the sound of a busy city at night, but not when my head was going insane, pushing and pulling different sentences to make an entire essay. It was all I could think about the entire week and Juvia had to constantly remind me I had to actually eat my lunch on lunchtime at school.

Koharu City was lively; trains coming and going every day and night and buses, cars and trams all active. Of course, there was parties, soirees and oh, how I miss my lively days beyond this essay.

I turned the lights on, revealing my slightly bland kitchen and opened the fridge, revealing no amount of good food and my empty heart.

"Maybe, I should go to Gray's place." I whispered to myself. Would there be anything there other than vodka?

I shook my head; I know what happens if I show up at a party and I needed my dignity as of now. The dignity to finish this essay. The moment it finishes, I can run to every blast and drink the amount of vodka my heart needed to forget the horrors of such dreadful written pieces. Of course, it'd take a lot to get me drunk, I could drink up to six bottles and still be sober enough to witness everyone sprawled around the apartment absolutely smashed.

Then suddenly, a thought occurred. "I need a Monster."

Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of the story so far. I understand that everyone seems so out of character; especially Juvia. Or just literally everyone. Hahaha. By the way, if you don't know; Monster is a popular energy drink here in Australia, not sure about the rest of the world.

So, there's been people asking about the actual vodka tolerance. This was a bit of silly thing for me to not mention, but the gang don't drink pure, raw vodka. They drink stuff like Vodka Cruisers (You can search them up. They're really good here in aussie btw.) So basically vodka-based alcohol drinks. That's exactly what I was thinking of when I wrote the story and some people are like; "One bottle can knock you out' and I was like 'goddamnit, i must've gotten experienced drinkers confused af hahah).

Reminder that chapters are updated every weekday!

Till then,

Ice

Incipient; (adj.) Beginning to happen or develop.