Christina and I walk into Zeke's apartment and I smell the alcohol. The music is so loud I can't even hear myself think. Well, I guess that's good. I don't really want to think right now. Christina is out on the dance floor drunk, grinding with Will so I kind of am sitting alone in the corner. All of a sudden I see a drunken Uriah approach me. I take the beer bottle from his hand and poor it out and hand it back. He won't even know it's empty. I smirk.
"Hey, trisssssssssyyyyyy." Uriah slurs to me.
"Uriah go find Zeke and have him help you."
"But I want to be with you." Ok Uriah is clearly drunk. "Find Marlene or Zeke or…" I am cut off by him putting his index finger to my lips. He is about to say something but then passes out.
"OMG, Uriah! Are you okay? ZEKE! Omg, Uriah. ZEKE!" I finally see Zeke run over with a big bucket of ice water and pour it all over Uriah. Uriah's eyes open widely. Zeke walks up to the DJ and uses the microphone.
"If you did not get invited to the special party after…. Oh what the hell, everyone get the fuck out!" Of course we knew he wasn't talking to us, so we stayed.
Let's play truth or dare he says. Everyone nods. Same rules. You deny, you strip. And you have to take a shot of whiskey.
Uriah's POV
Uriah… Truth or dare.
"I dare you to" he looks around mischievously. Get into a drinking contest with Will. We both agree. First to throw up or pass out loses. They poor 20 whisky glasses and back away. "Ready, set, GO! I suck down my first one in half a second I am already up to my eleventh and Christina's on her ninth. She quickly gets up and throws up in the bathroom. I feel victory and everything becomes really fuzzy and unclear. Everyone sounds like there under water for a second and I keep forgetting things. I feel really tired, too.