Gretchen's POV:
Stating that Spinelli is inebriated would be an incredible understatement.
I think the words: hammered, wasted or "pissed as fuck" as Vince has said, actually fit more than any word out of my own vocabulary.
I actually shouldn't really complain about her current state, as I had planned her to end up like that (well maybe not THAT drunk but still), but as I'm VERY annoyed by her current actions, I cant help but do anyways.
What I cant deny however is that she has successfully managed to
a.) kiss TJ Detweiler (and literally jump at him) and
b.) caused him to dash out the doors because he would have otherwise done something PG rated, so like I said, a complaint should not be something voiced here.
She really does grate my nerves right now, so no matter how good she is at setting TJ off, without knowing what shes actually doing, she is phenomenally annoying when drunk.
Sadly, now that TJ fled and took Vince with him, mumbling something about the utmost necessity for alcoholic beverages, I am stuck with the highly intoxicated blackhead.
Who is currently dancing around the room in her underwear and singing songs from the latest Top 10.
Well 'singing' if you consider a loud growling as such…all in the sense of "loud, off key but with enthusiasm.
All of them are Pop songs for your information, so I'm really considering to film her doing that and presenting her the video tomorrow.
Just for the sake of seeing her die of embarrassment as she always claims she hasn't even heard one of those "stupid-ass girly ballads"
Which I am positive I deserve to do as I am sentenced to endure her doing it. Best friend one way or the other, I do not think ANYONE should have to go through some especially bad impersonations of Taylor Swift's song collection.
"AND NOOOOW WE'VE GOT BAAAAAD BLOOOOOOOOOOD lalalalalalal BLOOOOODDDDD wooooo GRETCHEN SING WIT ME ! IT'S A SONG ABOUT BLOOOOOOODDDD TUMdumtum aw yiss BADDDD BLOOODD".
Alright Spinelli the time to calm down has come. Cut it.
"BLOOO…YOU KNOW WHAT!"
That you didn't even hit ONE pitch? Yes. Yes, I know.
"What Spinelli."
"I wanna go outside agaaAAAAIIIINNNN"
"Will you stop shouting."
"OUTSIIIIDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEE."
Apparently she will not. Where the hell is Vince. Why am I alone with her.
"You are not going outside, Spinelli. The neighbours would certainly kill you when you present them with one of those performances you just held. There are a few people out there who actually like Taylor Swift, and I don't think they would appreciate it if…"
"NOT outside outside. OUTSIDE! Like where the punch is"
"Was."
The hell will you go "outside". I'm not letting you even close to those people unless you have sobered up at least a little…"SPINELLI STOP."
I can prevent her just in time before she is about to open the door to storm out (in her underwear I have to mention) and am able to pull her back, even though she tries to fight.
Weakly, but even an intoxicated half fighting Spinelli is still a fighting Spinelli, so you always have to watch out. Never underestimate a drunken person with an tremendous potential for fury.
Gladly she lets herself be seated on the bed without much of a drama.
Wich is a surprise on one hand, on the other I should have forseen that as she cant even strand without swaying…so a fight would be utterly comical.
"Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut Greeeetcheeeeeeennnnnnnnnn. I waaannnnnaaaaaaaaaa."
"You will absolutely POSITIVELY not walk out of this room."
"what if I run."
"I will catch you."
"Will noooooot"
"I will. You cant even walk three steps without looking like a seasick sailor. How are you going to run"
"…you got a point there, Grundler. DID I tell you I love you already ! I LOVE YOU! You are so COOOOOLLLL"
"Yes."
At least 25 times. 26, now. And counting."Let me out ?"
"No."
"WHYYYY"
"For starters, you are half naked."
"huh."
Spin looks down at herself, apparently just noticing that she is really not wearing much else than the black undergarment set I bought for her. But instead of showing even the slightest sign of modesty and at least blushing, she just shrugs her shoulders and smiles at me brightly.
"At least I look sexehhhh…All the boys are going to like me, and that asshat TJ will be seeing what he is MISSING. Oh hohoho."
"He already saw you like that."
"HE DID?"
Well at least now she showing some virtue now and blushes.
"Oh."
"Did you forget that ? Let me remind you, then my dear. You jumped at him, pecked him on the lips, and then later tried to get rid of your dress becau…"
"OK OK OK! I don't wanna hear that !"
Always nice, to embarrass Spin.
I DO deserve that after that horrible cover of Bad Blood.
Some might think I am a bad friend…but then again those people never heard Spinelli sing while being drunk and doing various impersonations of a gumball in underwear.
However, any humiliation she might have felt passes in about 10 seconds, as she again focuses on the door and begins with her annoying "I wanna go out" rants once more.
"WHAT…OMG I HAVE THE IDEA…IF I put on my dress again. I mean its super hot in here but I could deal with that. Yes. Pretty please ?"
"Spinelli. Your blood alcohol level is still too high. It would not be responsible to…"
But instead of listening to me and my tries to ensure accountability, she simply grabs her dress,
Which she threw on the floor about an hour ago when she started to cover all those popsongs (I should SO have recorded this.),and walks straight into Vince's bathroom.
Why ever she NOW feels the need to put on the dress in the bathroom, after dancing around in her underwear in front of me for the bygone time I do not know, but I neither want to put any though in it, as the quiet without a roaring Spinelli is way too soothing.
"IIIIAAHHHHHHHHGHGHHH"
And with that screech I am remembered again as to why I SHOULDN'T have let her go in there alone.
She is worse than a toddler.
I swear to god I will never make the mistake again and let her drink any beverage with an alcohol level higher than 3%. I swear to god. No matter how much fun it was to watch TJ being dishevelled by her sheer actions due to intoxication. Not worth THAT.
I then rise from the armchair I have been sitting for the last hour or so and walk over to the bathroom.
In which I'm greeted by a soaking wet Spinelli.
On second thought, maybe a complete denial of everything alcoholic is the way to go."Help?"
"What…did you do."
"I felt like showering."
"In your dress."
"Yeah well…I think I forgot."
"You think."
"Sorry?"
"Allright, come here let me help you."
I sight, and assist her wiggling out of the through and through wet gown.
Consequentially to her having gotten into the shower fully clothed, not only her dress but her undergarments as well are soaked and I think I'm about to get a headache.
Why me.
"How are you planning on leaving this room now."
Hopefully not at all so I can have some mind peace.
"uuuuhhhmmmm…OUH ! I'll just borrow some of Vince clothing ?"
"THAT IS…actually not that bad of an idea.
At least one rational thought coming from you. Apparently the shower did you SOME good.
"YAY"
"Alright let me get you something…and while I'm gone PLEASE remove your lingerie I do so not feel like assisting you with that too. And yes, the stockings too. Don't give me that look."
She pouts at that comment but at least nods slightly in response,
which is enough for me to know that she…will at least try to get out of her remaining "clothes",and I give her a stern "don't do anything stupid" look before making my way to Vince's wardrobe.
The worst thing she can do is get into the shower again or start another round of covering bad blood, but a angry look for good measure is never wasted. Especially if we are talking about Spinelli here.
I might have never styled a girl with nothing else but a thousand oversized t-shirts and basketball socks at disposal,…
no trousers, because when I tried to put Spinelli in on of Vince's "smaller" shorts, she still would've fit in those three times…
So I just settled for a no trousers policy.…but I think I did a satisfactionary job.
Spin has also sobered up a bit (she is nowhere near SOBER but at least she went from "hammered" to "tipsy") and can actually stand properly now without running into danger of falling and hitting her head on some sharp object.
Which actually made me agree to let her keep partying and not taking her home after the incident with the shower.
I'll still be watching her so she won't drink anything else than beer (if absolutely necessary) so she will not get the idea of stripping again. Which would leave her basically naked except for a string.
So after making her promise me a thousand times that she will behave, stay away from the tequila (which earned me a especially nasty frown), and never again singing Bad Blood no matter how drunk she is (this was the most important point) we are walking down the hall and back to the party, which is still full in spate.
It might have felt like more time but we actually just missed a little bit more than an hour, so the party hasn't even reached its peak yet.
"GUUUUUYYSSSSS"
Before I even get the chance to find my friends in the tumult of dancing bodies, Spin has apparently already spotted them and turns from "finally called down a bit" to "full party mode" again, and sprints over to our group that has settled down in the corner of the living room.
God knows how she manages to be so small and is still able to push through all those people without a problem."Spinelli ! You are alive again!"
"Never been better Vince."
"Well you did pass out for a few minutes"
"Well, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I always say. SO where the second bowl of punch !"
"YOU WILL NOT DARE"
I have finally reached the group as well and am about to remind Spin fiercly about what she promised when she simply gives me a smirk that says "just kidding".
She better be.
I am not going through another session of "drunk Spinelli".
Come what may, but Girl I won't survive another Karaoke in underwear.
"Sooooo watcha guys doing !"
"Playing truth or dare! You in?"
"BETCHA! OH and Gretchen needs some alcohol."
I do actually. VERY."Well that can be changed…MUST be changed.",
Vince says, winks at me, and pulls me slightly away to the bar to pour me a cup.
It's just an all-Vodka-and-not-much-of-coke-mix but considering the past hour I more than ready to embrace that and take a sip.
"Oh come on ! Bottoms up. You can't always take care of everyone."
"If not me then you will keep that under control.",
I nod into Spin's direction,
"I can hardly handle her sober, how am I to keep her from doing inappropriate shit when I'm under influence as well."
At least ONE person has to try.
"Don't worry about that. I think she wont need any…guidance from you anymore tonight"
"What?"
Vince just points over to TJ, who I admittedly didn't notice at first, or at least didn't notice which state he is in.
He basically looks like he is on and about to grab Spinelli,
who has now sitting down besides Gus and Mikey and is discussing something about whether turtles or dolphins are better,
Don't ask me. I have no idea how the hell she comes up with topics like those,
and snog her senseless.
The restraint is more than obviously planted on his face.
Seriously. It's like he's fighting to even stay seated where he is.
"Maybe the clothing change wasn't such a bad idea after all."
"Definitely." Vince smirks again evilly,
"Never knew TJ had a thing for that…anyways…why and HOW is she even dressed in my Shirt. Like seriously. I wanna know."