*Major adult situations (Mainly alcohol and a bit of sexual contact)

Before going to Shawn's birthday celebration, we got ourselves ready. I wore a red leather jacket over a black cropped tank top. My black leggings on, I put on my white high heels and told Lily to come over. Lily came about cheerfully, and I pick her up. Looking in the bedroom, I see Shawn chose to wear a red t-shirt and blue jeans, with a green coat over him.

The celebration Shawn told me is at Walter's house, a friend of Greg. The party starts at seven at night, which is about thirty minutes from now.

"But, Shawn, didn't you say Greg knows we, uh." I swirled my fingers.

"He just assumes, just don't do anything that would make the situation worse."

I nod.

"Walter should be here any minute."

I look back at Lily in my arms, and she looks back. She is feeling confused. Eventually, a four-door Chevrolet sedan drove up.

Greg is in the passenger side. So, Shawn, me and Lily went in the back.

Walter shouts to Shawn, "You ready to party Shawn?" He whoops.

Shawn asks a question. "How many people are over there exactly?"

"Just my brothers, Greg's friends and mine. So, maybe a bit over seven?" Walter looks back. "Oh, I see you brought a friend. Uh, Maize right?"

My attention sparks. He knows my name. I hope Greg didn't tell him more than my name.

"Yeah, I'm Maize."

"You know this party is going to get crazy later right?"

"No, I didn't."

He chuckles. "Well, you won't be ready when it does."

I ignore him. Whatever they are doing, it sounds ridiculous. Walter reversed out the driveway and drives to his home.

We arrive at the party, and a bunch of people, mostly male, are present. Walter tells us to take a seat somewhere. Lily in my arms taps my chest to get my attention.

"D-Down."

"Alright. Don't get in trouble." I set her on the floor. I don't see any Pokemon as far as I know, so I'm not sure what she could really do.

Walter tells Shawn to come with him. I turn around to sit on the sofa. I see people drinking from aluminum cans and glasses. The room smelt a bit like fruits, but not entirely. Searching the room for Shawn, I see him pouring a glass of something. The glass has a round circle on the bottom, a stem and a cone shape on top, all made of glass. The beverage is coming from long bottle with some type of yellowish-gold wrapping on the spout. He then poured into another glass. I took this as he wanted me to try some.

He came back to hand me the glass and sit next to me.

I look to see bubbles form. "Shawn, what is this?"

"It's Champagne. You may not like it, and I suggest not drinking a lot of this, but try it."

I lift the glass towards my lips. Taking a quick sip, I feel a slight burning on my tongue and mouth. I finished my sip.

"Shawn, is it supposed to burn?"

"Burn? No, you're probably just feeling what it's like to drink carbonated drinks. Those bubbles means the drink is carbonated."

It tasted great anyway, though the slight burn will take some getting used to.

Looking around for Lily, I find her hanging with a Pokemon. I take it back, there is a Pokemon here, but I think that is the only one. Lily is hanging with a Male Meowstic. Wait a minute. He looks awfully familiar. Yeah, it's the same one from when I was a Kirlia at my birthday celebration. Lily is cheering at him, with what seems to be sparks around her hands, and he is just staring at her with a blank face. People around looked around for the sparks, but turned back when finding out it's just Lily.

"Hey Shawn, Lily is making friends."

He turns to face them. "Yeah, I see that."

I smile at the two. I then proceed to drink my champagne. It tasted a bit like grape, but it also had this unique flavor that I can't describe.

"Hey Shawn, how come you never tell me about this stuff?"

He chuckles. "Champagne is usually for special events, and isn't best to drink a lot of it."

I nod.

A couple hours flew by. There were a few drinks on the table in the kitchen, as well as snacks and deserts. Seeing as we had dinner a few hours ago, I didn't feel like eating right now. I poured myself a third glass of champagne. There were also some cans of something called Beer. Sounds gross, so I stuck with champagne.

Seeing Shawn playing cards with a few of the men at the dining table, I notice a lot of beer cans. This then somehow made me realize how boring I am. I decided to move a chair next to Shawn and sit.

Greg takes notice of me. "Hey, someone decided to join in on the fun!"

"Nah, I'm just going to watch you guys."

"Okay, whatever you. You change your mind, you can join our next game."

I shook my hand.

They seem to pick a card from their deck and people I guess had to guess if what they say is true or not. Assuming that you are trying to get rid of your cards, if someone says its false and its correct, the person who placed it drinks by how many cards they played(?). And well, if its wrong, the person who guessed drinks to that. Sounds fun, but I also take that beer does the same thing as champagne does. So, I wonder, do you get sick after drinking too much beer or champagne?

Shawn shouts out towards a man next to Walter. "I call false."

The man replies. "Nope." He then sets his card down.

"Gah." Shawn takes a three chugs of his beer. Shawn then pushes his can away and puts it in the center with all the other beer cans. He reaches down under the table and picks up another beer, and opens it.

They did this for a few more. Looking back at the living room, I see about five other people watching the television, and two people sleeping on the couch. Remembering I brought Lily, I look for her. I don't see her, but I hear her laughing somewhere in the background.

Finishing my third glass of champagne, I figure that the effect that it gives you takes awhile. I felt myself get a bit dizzy, but I was still able to tolerate it. Seeing them play was a bit entertaining. I rest my head on Shawn's right arm, and continued to watch them play.

The game ended a few ten minutes later, and Shawn lost. Shawn finished one gulp of his beer, then opened a new can. He had to chug the rest of that can, no stopping, and so he did. I watched him drink it, and everyone is like cheering him about. Shawn finally finished the can after about twenty seconds. When he set down the can, he clenched his eyes. They laughed at him, and he let out a nasty loud burp.

Eventually the entire group of people were sitting at the table; Kylie (Ryan's girl), Ryan, Frank, Jared, and a few others that I don't know their names. There were only two girls at the table, me and Kylie. Greg told me I should join the game they are going to play. I decide it wouldn't hurt, just don't go overboard. Walter told everyone that we are going to play a few rounds of "Would You Rather," and told the directions.

After, Walter started out with the worst question ever. "Alright. Would you rather eat dick and sit on a cake, or eat cake and sit on a dick?" Everyone laughed, but I stood there disgusted. What type of question is that?

Greg answered first. "I guess the first option." Everyone then voted except for me. "So, Maize, what would you rather?"

I reddened. "I-I'll do the first answer."

Walter checked the answers, and the first answer won. So Walter and the other girl, Kylie, had to take a gulp of their drink. The person to the right then had to ask a question.

Greg asked, "Would you rather be blind, or deaf?"

We all thought deeply. We told our answers, and turns out "blind" won. So me, Shawn and Walter took a gulp. My gulp took the leftover of champagne. So I brought the champagne bottle over on the table to refill my glass.

We played the game until everyone had a turn to ask once. Then Walter opened a new game.

"Paranoia" is the next game. We have to whisper a question in someone's ear, and the answer must be one of the people playing. The person who is the answer has to drink if they want to know the question.

Walter started. Walter came over to whisper to Frank, boyfriend of Kylie. Frank answered with no hesitation, "Ryan." Ryan sighed, and took a gulp of his beer. "The question was, 'Who do you think watches porn on a daily basis?'" We laugh, but only briefly. Greg was up, and goes up to Shawn's left ear. I couldn't hear him because everyone was moving about in their chairs. Greg went back to his seat.

Shawn felt embarrassed. He hesitated for a bit, and thought it out. Greg is snickering away in his chair, with his stupid little face under his coat collar. Shawn sighed.

"M-Maize."

My attention grew. Damn it Greg, you are a piece of shit. I didn't know if I wanted to drink, because then everyone would hear the question. But if I don't, I will look guilty. They looked at me silently. Greg is still chuckling about, his face is red as red bell peppers. I ignore the cons and chugged some champagne; This takes half of my glass each time.

"The question was." He stops a couple seconds. ''It was, 'Who do you think is the cutest here?'"

They all whoop and crap like that.

Walter spook. "Bro, that is such a cheaters way out man."

Shawn laughed it out nervously. "Well, I didn't want to pick a guy out."

They laugh out; Greg looks like he is about to pass out from laughing too hard. That smart-ass thinks he's funny.

It rotated to Frank. Frank whispered to Kylie, and she replied, "Shawn."

I roll my eyes because of how stupid this game is going. Shawn took a gulp of his beer.

"Frank said, 'Who is the creepiest person here?'"

I should have know that Greg is going to start a crap topic. Shawn laughed it out, normally, with no nervous intention.

I'm next to ask. I walk up to Jared. I wanted to get Greg if possible, so I whisper, "Who do you think is the cockiest person here?"

There is no way this could miss Greg. Greg is so full of himself, and they know it. Jared let a single "Ha" out. Jared points at Greg.

Greg took a gulp of his beer. "Gimme your answer boy."

"She asked, 'Who is the cockiest here?'"

Greg laughed out loud. "Oh, she's real funny."

Not much of a way to get Greg, but it was something.

We finished that, and I pour myself my fifth glass of champagne. I felt more dizzy and nauseous. I kinda of feel like throwing up, but I can't. We finally play the last game of tonight, as it's around ten-thirty.

I'm not sure what the game is called. All I know is, everyone poured a good portion of their drink into a big glass. When they all did, including me, we started. The glass is about half a foot tall and with it's radius, probably is a bit more than a liter. Frank started, and took a coin to flip between him and Greg. Greg said tails. Frank flipped the coin, and it landed on the side of the can with a face. Greg grunted. I guess heads is the side with a face. Greg came up to Walter, and he said tails. It was tails, so Greg had to continue to another person. Greg went to Shawn, and Greg won. Shawn went to Kylie, she won. Shawn won when he went to Frank. Frank went to a man between Walter and Kylie, and Frank lost. He kept losing until I am the last one.

He came to me. If I lost this, I'm going to have to drink all of that mixture of beer, which came from their opened cans. Yuck! Frank waited for me to answer, and I was nervous. I thought it through, and finally chose heads. We both were nervous. He flipped, and when the coin landed on his hands, the room went silent. Frank and I looked. I saw and I pounded the table. They all woo and Frank has his arms up in the air. I see the glass push towards me, and I hear Greg.

"Drink it up big girl!"

Oh man, this is going to get me sick. I pick up the glass, and started to drink it. I can hear them cheering and them saying "Chug, chug, chug, chug!" The burning sensation was getting strong, and the taste of beer was strong and terrible, but I kept going. They shouted louder as the glass starts to disappear. After chugging for around thirty seconds, I had to set it down and take a breath, clenching my eyes and teeth. They all boo and such, and there is still roughly a third to go. I lift the glass up again, and I continued. Again, they shout out "Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!" and I finish the glass after a good fifteen-twenty seconds. I was shook by a few people's arms, yelling about and cheering me. Though, I didn't feel like I accomplished anything.

We spent the last twenty minutes cleaning up, and then the beer got to me. Walking around was like walking on air. I felt weightless, and it was bothersome. My vision threw me off a bit, but I could still make out where I'm going. I threw away the food that got wasted, and eventually everyone got the house cleaned. I then remember, where the hell is Lily? I look around the living room, nothing. I look around the kitchen, nope. I check Walter's bedroom, and guess what? They are on the matress. My cute Lily is sleeping on top of the sleeping Meowstic. I chuckled, and quietly picked up her. Shawn and I head out to go to Walter's car, and boy was it hard to see outside.

The drive home was worse. I felt motion sick being in the car. When I felt the nausea, I let out an uncomfortable moan. My hand was on my forehead. Shawn however is wrapping his arms around me. Wasn't the goal not to make it look like we are in a relationship?

Arriving home, we get out of the car, and boy is Shawn struggling to walk. I'm not sure, but I drank more than him and he seems to be more effected. Me and Lily sit on the sofa, because I felt sick. Shawn is tossing around his body in the kitchen doing whatever the hell he is doing. He then comes to me slouching.

"Hey girl, you wanna get funky in a bunky?"

Okay, Shawn is out of this world, he's gone!

"Shawn, please. I'm not feeling well."

He put his face next to mine.

"Hey, I can make you feel better, if you know what I'm saying." He laughs stupidly. "L-Leave Lily here, so she doesn't have to know." He chuckles again.

I push his face away. "Ugh. Bring Lily to bed please." I walk into the bedroom to take my jacket off and lay in bed to go to sleep.

Sleeping there, the bed shook.

Shawn is talking stupid again. "M-Maize, when we finish tonight, you will not stop talking about it."

He put his hand in my gown.

I shout out, "Hey, hey hey!"

"Come on, you're feeling bad, so let me make you feel good!"

God, I know now why he shouldn't be drinking too much. I continued to try and sleep, ignoring whatever blabber he is spitting out.

I sit there sleeping on my right side, and then I feel the back of my gown separate, with my underclothing lowering.

"Shawn, get out of there!" But when I finished my sentence, he already planted himself inside my front entrance. He grab my shoulders and pumped. I sigh. Oh, who am I to tell? I guess it wouldn't hurt just this once.

I tried to be quiet as possible since Lily is sleeping, hopefully on the couch. He was supposed to bring her in here, but I don't think he would do this with her in here. Under the blankets, the heat started to go up. We both pant as Shawn is pumping in me. My eyes still shut, I let out puffs of air. Shawn lets out little laughs every once in awhile, a bit creepy, but tolerable. I let out quiet moans, and clenched my teeth just in case if I let out any that are louder. Shawn quickened his pace. The sounds of breathing and small moans are present. I open my eyes a bit, to see that the bedroom door is open. I quiet myself with the moans because of this, but is a bit harder than I thought. Clenching my teeth, I grab on to my pillow case. Shawn hit my back plate a few times. I panted to substitute my voice, but that means my mouth is open. Then Shawn does something that really made it impossible. He gripped my chest plate. I let a long moan. Seeing the door open, I put my face in my pillow. I moaned again, and the pace quickened. My back curled and my feet clench. I felt Shawn's emotion, again. I let a long moan fill my pillow. He started to hit my cervix. It hurt, but he kept going. I became sensitive and moaned louder into my pillow. I stopped tightening, and relaxed as Shawn is still pumping into me. I'm still sensitive, and I kept letting out sounds of pleasure into my pillow. I grasped my pillow, and finally, Shawn releases his fluids into me. He grunts, and continues to pump a few more times. He finally stops, and I let my face out of my pillow, gasping for air.

My face is slightly red, but slowly goes back to normal. My hair is also a bit messed up. I put my hand under the sheets to check if it's messy, nothing wrong this time. There may be some stuff on my gown though. I got up to check in the mirror in our bedroom. Being that my gown is white, it's a lot harder to notice. I give up, and walk to the living to get Lily, who is sound asleep.

Walking back, Shawn is passed out, or so it looks like. I set lily between us and I lay myself in bed. It was easy to fall asleep in this condition, but I also felt sick, so it also wasn't easy. It's eleven at night, and eventually all three of us are knocked out. Today was fine, but I'm not sure if I want to play drinking games again. Thoughts aside, the sleep was deep and easy.