"Man, those bracelets are getting expensive!" One of the ravine guys exclaimed. Spinner knew from before that his name was David. David was your typical ravine guy, dressed in gangster-wannabe garb, and so drunk that it's almost sickening. The only thing different about David was that he had a, well in Spinner's opinion, pretty impressive goatee that moved in a funny way when he talked.
"Can it, Dave. It's not like you ever have to buy a lot of 'em anyways!" Another ravine guy retorted, named Towerz. Towerz high fived the other guy that was sitting with them, that guy sporting a mullet, and they chuckled to themselves at the joke Towerz just made. Even though Spinner was drunk and when he's drunk he usually even finds lame things like that funny, he wasn't really laughing.
"Yeah, well at least my ex-girlfriend didn't get pregnant by some guy who thinks he's 'whicky whicky wack'." David spat at Towerz, holding up his hand to give high-fived from mullet guy, but getting totally rejected. Spinner chuckled a bit to himself, hoping that Towerz was too drunk to notice. He couldn't believe Towerz actually dated Liberty, the two of them couldn't be more opposite of each other if they tried. Plus, Liberty dated lame-fry commercial JT after Towerz, definitely a downgrade in Spinner's mind. Even though he and JT hadn't interacted in awhile, Spinner still didn't like the kid.
"Yo, Mason, say something." Towerz spoke. Spinner looked as David, Towerz, and mullet guy all started at him, preparing for a response. Spinner realized that he had been sitting here the whole time, not speaking a word, just watching the three drunk guys ramble on about nothing.
"Uhh. Sorry guys," Spinner mumbled, "Where's Jay?" He asked, trying to get the subject off of him.
"Where do you think, man?" Towerz slurred, "Between Melinda, Maude or Amy."
"Probably with Melinda, Maude and Amy!" Mullet guy added, getting a high five from Towerz.
Spinner laughed along with them, almost laughing at their stupidity more than at their joke. Suddenly, a dark figure approached them. Spinner could tell it was a girl, she was wearing a skimpy bikini top with an extremely short skirt.
"Hey boys. Wanna go for a ride?" Amy sauntered over to the crowd of them, sitting on mullet guy's lap. Spinner wondered if all of the girls here were programmed to use that same 'go for a ride' line. It was as if they were all robots only put on this earth to please ravine rats.
"Amy!" David exclaimed, goatee shaking wildly as he spoke, "I'd love to go for a ride." He stood up next to Amy, he was much taller than her so he had to look down at her. Her eye level was at his goatee level, and she looked completely disgusted.
"Um, I'd rather not." Amy scowled, eyes fixated on mullet kid. "Randy?" Amy sauntered towards mullet guy. "What about you?"
Spinner was too stuck in a drunken haze to even realize that mullet kid actually had a name. He finished the last drop of his fifth beer as mullet kid Randy linked arms with Amy walking towards the van. Spinner's vision was getting blurred, his memory and thought processes were glazing over. He figured he'd get home before it got too bad. He didn't want to do anything too stupid.
"Well, I'm outta here." Spinner turned to Towerz and Dave slowly, feeling dizzier every second.
"Mason, man, it's only twelve thirty. The party's just beginning!" Towerz exclaimed, smacking Spinner on the back.
Almost throwing up from the impact of Towerz's hand on his back, Spinner only could get out a 'see ya' before he stumbled out of the ravine. On his way out, he didn't even see Jay. His vision was extremely blurry and he was on the verge of barfing any second. He used to have more tolerance for alcohol, he was wondering why he was recating so different now. He hadn't drank in awhile, but he didn't expect it to be this hard to get back into the party scene.
Before Spinner could even try to remember he left his car parked in the ravine, he was on the front porch of his house. He was extremely thankful that his parents were on a month-long summer trip to Africa, he usually got away with getting drunk, but he was positive he wouldn't be able to hide it tonight.
He opened the door to his house, praying that Kendra would already be asleep. When he didn't hear any noise around him, he turned on the light and plopped himself down on the couch in his living room.
"Spinner?!" He heard a whiny girl's voice calling from the kitchen. He groaned loud enough for the people at the ravine to hear. Kendra was awake, and she didn't seem happy.
"What now, Kendra?" He asked as she entered the living room, hands perched on her hips. Spinner was definitely not in the mood for a lecture right now, since his parents weren't here, he thought he should have had a break from that. Kendra always tried to act older and more mature than Spinner even though she was two years younger. Sometimes, Kendra was more mature, even too mature for her own good. Spinner and Kendra's maturities definitely balanced each other's out.
"It's almost one in the morning, and you're just stumbling in. And I mean literally stumbling. Were you drinking?! You know mom and dad hate it when you do, and Darcy will hate it even more," Kendra lectured, her eyes practically burning a hole into Spinner's forehead. Kendra and Darcy were in the same grade, but barely even talked. Spinner was starting to get angry, wondering why Kendra brought Darcy's name into the lecture.
"Umm, no Kendra, first off, it's only twelve thirty!" Spinner exclaimed, still collapsed on his couch. "Second, it's really none of your business what I do, or Darcy's for that matter." Spinner saw Kendra soften her expression a little. He thought that maybe his speech, despite being a little slurred, changed her mind a little.
No such luck. "You know our curfew is eleven o'clock!" Kendra yelled, her words harsher than before, "and what makes you think I won't tell mom or dad?"
"Okay, Mom." Spinner teased, getting angrier by the second, "I'm eighteen, meaning I'm an adult, so there's no need for a curfew." Spinner sat up quickly, trying to make his point known, but it must have been too quickly, since his head throbbed too hard for him to function. "Plus what I do, has nothing to do with you."
"It does when I'm babysitting you." Kendra retorted, looking so smug Spinner couldn't stand it.
Suddenly, all of the bad symptoms of being drunk Spinner had instantly vanished in his anger. "Okay, I'm out," He spat, glaring at Kendra, sitting up from the couch and running out of the room like a bat out of hell.
"Spinner!" Kendra pleaded, but Spinner was already halfway out the door when she said it. He slammed the door as hard as he could and ran to the ravine. He was sick of his sister bossing him around. She did NOT need to babysit him, if anything he needed to babysit HER!
He knew exactly where he was going this time. Back to the ravine. He needed to feel numb again. Needed to feel the burning bitterness of the fizzy liquid running down his throat.