I am so feeling myself. I can't even remember how many mixed drinks and shots I've had by now and the world looks so wonderfully fuzzy. I've reached the perfect state of drunkenness, the kind where everything feels numb and your mind is beautifully blank. I've been dancing around the rooms by myself for the past hour, and I'm starting to feel a little winded. I walked to the couch in the living room, plopping myself down onto the plush couch. It feels like I'm sinking into the cushions, I can't imagine feeling any more relaxed than I am right at this moment.
I feel the couch shift under me. Someone must have sat down on the other side. I lift my head expecting to see Sarah, but it's just Chris. Chris is a bit of an oddball in our friend group. He's always trying to hit on all of the girls, but there's something about him that just feels slimy. I can't fully explain it, but I'm sure it's easy enough for anyone to picture that one slimy guy that they know. He's the one who's always asking for hugs and holding on for way too long.
He slides a little closer to me, and honestly, I'm too drunk to care right now. "Hey, Angela." Barf. "I've been trying to talk to you all night, but you've just been floating around here like a little fairy, haven't you?" I think he's trying to smile at me, but it just looks like a weird grimace. I can't stop staring at it. He snaps his fingers in my face in what I suppose would be an attempt to regain my attention, but the sound of snapping so close to my face just annoys my drunk mind. I go to slap his hand out of my face, but he intercepts my hand mid-air.
"Chris, what the hell? Let me go. I'm trying to have a good night and you're killing the buzz I had. What do you want?" I need another drink, badly.
"Well here, lucky you, I brought an extra drink with me. I figured you were looking a little low." The asshole had the nerve to wink at me. I don't know how he made his way into our friend group. I guess his parents are loaded and he supplies a lot of the booze, but he is beyond annoying. I begrudgingly take the drink from him and chug it down fast. Like I said, I need booze in me for this conversation, or I risk being sober way sooner than I expected, and who knows what I'll do to Chris if that happens.
After I'm done chugging the drink down, Chris's smile gets this big, weird, creepy look to it. I shrug, already feeling the alcohol racing back through my veins. I look back to Chris and say, "Okay, like I asked before, what do you want Chris?"
Chris shrugs, leaning back into the couch all relaxed. "I just wanted to talk," he replies. "We're always with the same people, at the same parties, but for some reason you're so hard to talk to."
It was my turn to shrug now. "I don't typically branch out and make new friends. I like the ones I already have just fine." By this point, my head was starting to spin a lot faster than it had before, and my vision was getting really hazy. I grabbed my head, hoping to stop the spinning. Chris grabbed my arm and lifted me from the couch.
"Woah, there. Maybe that extra drink wasn't a good idea after all, huh? Let's go find you a room to lay down in." Laying down sounded nice, but there was something wrong. Some alarm bells ringing in my head.
"No. Sarah. I need Sarah." I tried to pull my arm out of his grip, but it was no use. Whatever was in that drink must have been strong. At this point, I was tripping over my own feet.
"Nah, I've got you, no worries. I think I saw Sarah walk outside to smoke a joint with a few others, she probably won't be back in for a bit, and you really need to lay down." He seemed really persistent on getting me to lay down. I probably looked like a disaster right now. Chris didn't really seem like the type to care, but I guess everyone has a soft spot in them deep down somewhere. I stumbled my way over to the bottom of the stairs, ready to head up to bed, when I realized I could barely lift my feet. They felt like cinderblocks. "Alright Ange, here we go." And with that, he lifted me up and started carrying me up the stairs. The steady movement combined with being off my feet lulled me right to sleep. The last thing I remember was hearing that newly familiar voice carrying through the house, followed by the sound of a door closing, then softness. After that, everything went black.