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That same day, Tifa found herself aimlessly walking around the dim lit house of someone she hardly knew, a friend of a friend of Aeris's. Something bad was in her system, something very bad feeling indeed. She clutched onto the doorframe of the bathroom she was trying to find, digging her nails into the peeling paint. She had only been drinking soda, everyone else had been doing something a little less "safe". Tifa wasn't drinking, she didn't think it would be good for whatever was in her, though, even that shock didn't really set in. Last weekend, she had found out that she was going to have a child, this weekend, she felt as if it was a dream, it never hapepned.
She wasn't at a party, but a "social gathering". Aeris's friend from a town over invited them here, to that said friend's friends house. If you're not confused, good. It was about ten people, they all seemed... nice. Harmless. But that's just what they seemed, and not necessarily what they are. They were strangers to Tifa, and about half of them to Aeris as well.
A musical bass pounding came from the next room of a closed door, it pounded through Tifa's whole body. All she worried about was how fucked up this was, she was high, but she didn't know why. Thing were smeared, colors were brighter than before, she was having an anxiety attack, but at the same time was happy for no reason what so ever. She wanted to throw up, but if she had, she thought that only rainbows and stars would pour out, like a fucking children's book.
The girl stared into the mirror of the bathroom. She felt bleached, she felt hungry, she felt like she was circulating something better, she felt pain, she felt numb. But mostly, through this disorder of emotions and physical symptoms, Tifa felt tired. Very, very tired.
She excited the bathroom, and went to the mystery room with the loud bass coming from it. She turned the handle, attracted to the far away, hall light reflecting off of it. Her firm, but slipping grip, slid it just enough for the door open.
Tifa, intoxicated, slipped into the room, a brighter light hitting her eyes.
"Uh... hey?" a voice said. Tifa's eyed a blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright lights. She looked around the room, seeing a blasting stereo on a dresser, a desk, a bed, and a few other things that seemed to be floating through the room.
"Oh, hi!" She said, concentrating on a person who sat on the bed, a cigarette in his hand. He had bright red hair, a tall figure and devastating green eyes. "I'm Tifa, and you are?" She was feeling very friendly right now, but you would as well if you were as loaded as she was. She plopped herself down on the rug, unzipping her hoodie. "It's really really hot in this house, right?"
The boy made a confused face at her. "Are you one of my sister's friends?" He firmly asked.
"Who's your sister?" Tifa asked, fiddling with her fingers. "I don't know who you are either, who are you?"
"I'm Reno. Who did you come here with?" He asked, just as firm as before.
"I came with Aeris... and someone named something else that I can't remember..." Tifa said. "I'm sleepy."
"Are you on something?" Reno asked. Tifa laughed at first, but then stoped as soon as she was that his face as serious. Very, very serious. Tifa stared up at him, silent. A few seconds passed. "Okay, actually, just stay in here, I'm going be right back," he said. Tifa nodded, and crawled up in a small ball on the side of his bed. She watched as his feet seemingly danced out of the room, pumping to the beat of very, very loud music. It was that loud pumping that kept her awake, that, and the bit of fear that lingered in the back of her lost mind.
Reno went down the hallway, past the kitchen, and into the living room where his younger sister and her friends sat, all taking hits off of something that smelt dank and feirce. "Elena," Reno said. "I said that you could have a few people over, not this many. And why is there a girl wandering around, in my room, not even knowing who you are?"
"What?" Elena replied, her eyes blinking open and closed, clearly very very high. Aeris's head perked up from the crack joint being passed around. Someone offered her it, but she denied it.
"Wait, Tifa?" Aeris said, standing up. Aeris didn't really do anything, she doesn't like the highs that these other friends of her did, she really only drank, which she didn't do that much today.
"Aeris, right?" Reno said, slightly recognizing the girls face. Aeris nodded. He groaned, "Elena, come with me into the kitchen."
"Where's Tifa?" Aeris asked, walking past Reno.
"My room," he replied, seeing that his sister stayed right where she was. "You're so lucky that I do not call mom and dad right now," Reno said.
"Reno, just chill out. It's fine, it's all just in some fun and games," Elena said. "It's not like you don't do these things-"
"Hah, shut the hell up. I'm older, I'm more responsible. Get into the kitchen with me, now."
Elena rolled her big eyes, and got up, following her brother into the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Aeris was kneeling down next to Tifa. "Were you drinking anything? Did someone do something?" Aeris put her palm onto Tifa's face, motherly.
"No, I didn't. I had some soda." Tifa replied, "What's the panic, you sound... worried!" Tifa laughed, awkwardly twitching her body with each gasping pulse of noise. "Worried, what a terrible word..."
Aeris gave Tifa a calm smile, though on the inside she was panicking. The second that Tifa said 'soda', Aeris' mind jumped to the thought of someone slipping a roofie into her drink. "I'm not worried or panicking, I'm fine. But did someone hand you the soda or did you get it yourself?"
"Someone handed it to me..."
