The last droplet of burning liquid slid slowly down Wagner's throat. He slammed his cup down and raised his arms high in the air. His friend Jack sat across the table from him, glass still not empty. Jack ran his hand through his curly brown hair while he shook his head in disbelief and defeat. Wagner spoke, victorious.

"I told you I'd beat you man."

Wagner stood, perhaps too fast because the room shifted a little bit and he had to steady himself by grabbing the back of the chair. He shut his eyes for a moment before speaking.

"Okay. I beat you, so now what do I get?"

Jack spoke slowly, careful not to slur his words.

"My brother just got a job as a bouncer at that new club."

"What new club?"

"Club 10."

"The strip club?"

"Yeah man."

Jack started laughing. Wagner's eyes grew wide with excitement.

"You think he could really get us in?"

"Hell yeah. That's where I was going tonight until you told me about this party."

"Damn Jack. I wouldn't have come to my own party if I knew that."

"So we're off?"

"Yeah, I'll call a cab."

Wagner walked as gracefully as possible to the phone. He stepped onto the back porch so he could hear on the phone. He may have been a little intoxicated but he wasn't stupid enough to try and drive. He told the driver his address over the phone and the cab was on its way. Just then it hit him that he shouldn't leave the party. It was in his home after all. But the girls were probably so hot. Wagner spoke out loud to himself before going to tell Jack and his other friends the cab was on the way.

"Cammy's here to watch the place. It'll be fine"

--

A small chiming sound was barely audible in the midst of the music. The only reason Cammy could hear it was because she was making the noise. Her fingernails continued to click against the glass bottle. She hadn't opened it yet. She had never drunk before. A little champagne at a New Years Eve party once, but that was it. It can't taste that bad. It's clear, looks just like water. Cammy twisted the lid and smelled the liquid. It didn't even smell like anything.

She brought her lips to the bottle and tipped it slightly, letting it pour into her mouth and onto her tongue. She nearly spit the fluid all over the floor. Her better judgment kicked in before she did. The last thing she needed to do was spew alcohol all over Guile's bedroom. She grimaced and swallowed the foul tasting stuff. It tasted like she imagined the taste of any of the fluids used in a hospital to be. Or in more simple terms; it tasted like a hospital smelled.

Cammy looked at the bottle and tried to bring it back to her lips. She couldn't do it, the memory of the bad taste still fresh in her mind, and mouth. She set it down on Guile's nightstand. This isn't working. Cammy wanted to get drunk. Be happy like the rest of the people at this party. But if she couldn't drink the stuff it was never going to happen. Cammy sighed loudly and was about to get up and try her shot at a beer when the door to Guile's room busted open.

A couple stumbled through, too into kissing one another to notice Cammy was in the room. She cleared her throat to get their attention. The young man looked at her, all smiles and spoke.

"Sorry, didn't know it was occupied in here."

Cammy spoke as she grabbed the vodka bottle and began exiting the room.

"It's all yours."

"Thanks babe."

The girl with the boy slapped his shoulder at that comment and he spoke again.

"Sorry, sorry. My girl gets jealous. But she shouldn't worry…"

The boy pointed at the vodka bottle in Cammy's hands

"…I could never be with a girl that could out drink me. The only way I can drink vodka is to put it in OJ so you can't taste it."

Cammy continued out of Guile's room and let the door click shut. This was perfect. She headed for the kitchen, bottle in hand to get some orange juice.

--

Deep bass beats rung into Wagner's ears. It was a total contrast to the music at his party. However Wagner didn't take too much more notice to the rap music playing when he noticed the woman dancing to the urban beats. She had long red hair and a purple thong on, that was it. Wagner was trying to play it cool, but it's really hard to look cool when he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Jack tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey Wagner, my brother got us a seat right up front."

He only nodded. He took his seat just as the red head left the stage. The voices of the men in the crowd rose high in appreciation. Wagner clapped his hands and turned to Jack.

"Why didn't we come here earlier?"

Jack laughed.

"Hey, we have the whole rest of the night here. That's plenty of time."

"Yeah I guess"

Then Wagner noticed there were a few women weaving through the tables of men, dancing. If that's what you would call it. Wagner couldn't hold his excitement.

"Holy shit. I didn't know they were going to do that."

Jack only shook his head, eyes wide.

"Neither did I man, neither did I."

The two adolescents gave each other a high five as a petit girl with cropped black hair approached them. She spoke in a sultry voice, her hips which were wrapped in tight short leather shorts, never lost beat with the music.

"You guys look lonely over here…"

She straddled Wagner's lap as she pouted her shiny red lips.

"...I guess I'll have to make you feel a little more at home."

Her chest was directly in Wagner's line of sight, and her white bikini top left almost nothing to the imagination. In his intoxicated state, he almost fell forward into her, but he struggled for composure, struggled to play it cool. The woman spoke as she moved in rhythm to the music.

"Why are you here and not out with your girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girl friend."

"Oh, you're my favorite kind of man…"

She rubbed her hand up his stomach and across his chest.

"...nothing to hold him down."

Wagner smiled at her remark and she soon gave her attention to Jack. He had to remember she was getting paid to make him feel special. She did a good job. But he tried to keep his head strait. This was just a fun time. A show, like a movie or play. A very enticing movie or play.

The woman moved on from his and Jack's table and her and the others made their rounds in between times when a single woman would dance on the stage. Wagner just sat back, had a few drinks and enjoyed the show.

--

The party was calming down a little. Whoever was controlling the music had either left, passed out or just gotten tired of being a DJ because now a radio station was booming through the house. Cammy didn't really take much note. She was in the kitchen making her fourth drink. Each time she had come back to make another drink she put more vodka and less orange juice. She hardly tasted anything anymore, and the bottle was almost half empty.

But she felt so good. Everything moved in slow motion and then suddenly flashed by in fast motion. And best of all she couldn't even recall what had made her so upset to begin with. She didn't dwell on that fact. She just continued around the party, making small talk with random people. Watching others play drinking games. She didn't need the games. She was fine on her own.

Cammy stumbled onto the front porch to get some air. She was practically nursing on the drink in her hand when she saw a young man approach her. It took her a moment to focus on his face. But as soon as she made it out she took an unsteady step back, which caused her to fall backwards into the front door. Instead of falling she let her body slide to the ground. Once she felt steady enough to stand she did. She spoke firmly, trying to hide her drunkenness, though now it was probably pointless.

"What are you doing here?"