Week 12: Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll

The beer in my hand is only half full but it feels just a tad bit heavier than it should. The party's been going for a few hours now and I've got that warm, slightly sluggish and more than a little diluted feeling pumping through my veins. It's a relaxed state if you know how to maintain it but most just opt for the 'chug and go' approach to their drinking that often leaves one praying to the proverbial porcelain throne....but I digress. We're in full swing here and I'm doing pretty well by most standards. Kwi Ce grins at me and offers me another beer, which I refuse. "Nah I'm good...I'd actually like to walk back to my room tonight." Kwi Ce's grin widens and he settles back into his seat on the couch. "Your loss man." I had to agree on some level. The brand, which name escapes me now, was a rich IPA that was full of flavor, but I'd been to enough convention parties to know it's better to walk out on your feet than to have someone carry you. I sit up and scrub a hand across my slightly numbed features, when I open my eyes that's when I saw her and I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped a little. Long, wavy black hair that spilled over her shoulders to just above her lower back that gave a complimenting contrast to her pale skin. Brown eyes so dark they were nearly black and curves that couldn't possibly be hidden beneath the modest T shirt and jeans she worn. From the corner of my eye I saw Kwi Cee give me an amused look and he offered me the bottle again. "You're more drunk than I thought. Here, why not cushion the blow before you go and get yourself shot down?" I wave him off and flash him my best, lop sided smile. "Ease up KC, let me show you how it's done." with that I haul myself to my feet.