[ PROLOGUE: ETHAN SUMMERS ]
Ethan doesn't quite understand what exactly the fuck is going on, on why he's naked standing atop a wooden table, on why he's naked with his lovely shirt nowhere in sight, or why the people suddenly duplicate in amount compared to when he first arrived at the party.
Double... the amount? Wait. He eyed one of the girls closest to him, and yes, as per what his hypothesis said. There aren't really two of her, or everyone else, he is just that tipsy from all the drinks he had.
"O-oh shit, wait. I'm-I'm pretty fuckin' drunk!" he yelled out, voice slurring, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the moment. "Fuck yeah! I'm fuckin' drunk!"
Ethan, ever the party goer yelled out loud, as he then reached for the nearest drink he could find. Which was funnily enough in the hands of the lady close to him, plastic cup, which he then quickly yoinked. "Yoinked!"
"Hey...!" He heard the lady beside him said, in which he ignored. More focused on getting drunk.
"Fah-finders kehpeers." He said, his words slurring as to say, "time out" to himself which he kept ignoring, since even before the start of the party. As he instead drank from the cup he took, bottoming the said godforsaken thing.
But the more he drank from the clear liquid did he realized something. "Pah!"
"What the... fuck...!" He cursed out loud amidst the blaring of music in the background, plus the snear he could hear from the small lady besides him.
Ethan stepped down from the table, a little bit sober in comparison to before, as he then looked down at the contents of the cup that he drank from. "T-this...!"
In seeing that it was merely plain old water, and not the booze that he expected, he became annoyed. "This isn't alcohol, this is just... This is just boring water...!"
He exclaimed, as if such revelation was unheard of- or that such act that he witnessed is blasphemy to some sort of sacred unspoken code. Like the house party code of 2014, or something along the lines.
Which was met with a snort from the blonde besides him, the original owner of the cup, which snatched it back from his grasp. "Surprising, right?"
"I don't drink. At least, not today." She added, before then moving away from Ethan, as she then partied amongst the small crowd on the other side of the room.
"..." Mouth agaped, he doesn't know what to say. And for a second he stared at her figure, getting horny in seeing her clothes which was... provocative.
About to chase after her, to flirt maybe. He didn't, as he noticed his vision slightly getting clearer, his vision sober than before, which frightened him. So to prevent that from further taking over his body, he then went to find himself another drink.
"I need to get druuunk!" Ethan says to himself as he moves in-between the corridor, pass the hallways which has people kissing, pass the rooms which has people chattering and flirting.
As he then searches for the bar of the place, or places that could be housing alcohol, booze, bloody liquor. His gaze finally found one, as it landed on an unopened bottle amongst many other empty bottle on a wooden table.
And in seeing that, he felt like he had just found his oasis in the middle of the bloody dessert. His arms opening up for an hug, as he then went and grab the said thing, not caring whoever owns it. "Beeeer!"
On the way there he bumps to some guys playing beer pong, and some dudes that looks like jocks. He didn't care, his eyes was only focused on the sole beer- a Coors. Which he excitingly and skillfully opened using the table counter.
"Fuck it..." He exclaimed, smelling the aroma of the said freshly opened drink.
"I love you... baby." He added, before then taking a huge swig off of the thing, even slightly moving it in circles as to make the liquid go down.
And in no time, the said drink was less than 70% of it's original content. All that was from a single swig from Ethan, which then burped to himself while trying to stabilize himself on his two feet. "Ha ha!"
"I love you, I love you, I love you." He repeated to himself, before then finally completely emptying the said thing with another slurp.
"Yo! Look who I found." He heard a funny-looking guy exclaim, someone who sounded familiar; albeit he can't remember due to the sheer fact that he's drunk.
So he asked, "W-who...?!" In an overly confused tone, as he then grab onto the man's shoulder for support.
"You bro."
"Me...?!!"
"Yeah, come, let's go!" He was dragged by the guy and led to another room, luckily this time of walking, he was able to have the overly enthusiasthic guy as support.
"Hey, guys! I finally found our new star recruit!" The guy yelled out, shoving the confused Ethan into the room, as he then fell and trip, his face landing face first on the empty sofa besides a jock and a girl making out. Continuing without care.
Ethan on the other hand was groaning into his hand, as he then sat on the other end of the sofa, trying his best to makeout whatever the hell happening at the front.
"Hey, big man, you doing alright." The first one he could see was tv playing some whatever song, and another jock, a blue-haired boy giving him a piece sign.
"You don't look so good..." He added, Ethan was about to agree, but then he noticed the beer in the man's hand and quickly disagree with that notion.
A Corona, halfway empty, but to be honest, it always do look like it was halfway empty even before opened. "Biitch, I feeeeel good!"
So he quickly stole the drink, not caring about the offended look he received from the guy. "Dude... what the fuck?"
"I-I neeeeed a drink... man!"
"Yeah, sure, whatever man."
"Ha ha!" Ethan merely laughed, in the same obnoxious matter he always does.
On the way there he lost his beer, the love of his life, he probably dropped it without him noticing. But it was empty, so he didn't love it anymore. Instead, he now found another lover for the time being.
He then took a humongous chug of off the thing and quickly emptying out the contents of it, like a professional abusive dad in his 40s, and not what he really is. An high school student, merely Sophmore.
"Holy... fuck!" He could hear the blonde boy exclaimed, but he didn't bother looking as he instead tries to find another.
"Another!" As one or two beer isn't enough to completely make him blackout. He wants to not remember shit, even his name if he could, by tomorrow. "I waaaaant... another! Fuuhck me up!"
So to accomplish that, he tried to stand up, but was quickly stopped by the unnamed blonde boy and the unseen guy behind him- plausibly the same guy that led him, judging from the voice that is.
"Jesus, dude, don't move."
"I'll-I'll get the drink, I'll get the bloody drink. Stay there." He could hear the same shrill voice behind him say, in which made him sigh in relief as he then slumped back on the couch, not at all drunk... yeah.
Ethan stayed, and the blonde-haired boy kept chatting him up, telling him that the game earlier was good- and thank you, thank you, something-something about blocking someone that was about to tackle him. He doesn't remember that.
It was probably related to Football, American Football. He had a headache at that time, when he played. He doesn't even remember if he played either defense or offense. Too hangover at the time.
"Yeah, sure. Youu, uhhh, welcome!"
"Cool... cool!"
"Listen-listen, I... I don't remember shit."
Is what he was saying, but the man couldn't stop talking or something. Even though Ethan kept giving short answers, a groan, or merely nodding along; mind completely out of focus.
He only memontarily had clarity when he took the drink being given him- another Corona, freshly open and still cold. In which he was about to drink from.
"Who the..." But didn't, when he noticed the same blonde lady from earlier, being shown unwanted attention by a guy pass the doorway where he came from.
He wanted to ignore it, but something told him not to. Especially because of the way the said girl look panicked, seemingly silently crying out for help.
And amongst the people in the party, no one seems to be trying to help. Most being Football players, thus bigger than the guy harassing her. Yet... no help.
"Ahhh, goddamn it."
"Where you going, dude?"
"Shut up... hold this!" He replied, as he stood up, handing his freshly opened drink to the blonde.
And under the man's confused gaze, he yelled out. "Don't fuckin' drink from it!" Truly prioritizing the important things in life.
Ethan continued walking, with intention this time, slightly sobbering up as his gaze connected with the blonde girl's blue-eyes which was panicking. Asking for... help.
"Get the fuck..." So he helped, tapping the shorter man in the shoulder. "Off of the pretty lady!" His hand balled into a fist as he gave the man a clean left hook to the face, causing the man to fly and hit the wooden floor with a nasty thud.
Some people playing beer pong, other party goers, and chattering idiots paused, as all of them stared at Ethan and the white-boy that got hit in the face.
"Fucking bastard...!" He cursed, as he then spat on the confused guy's face.
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[ FUN FACT: "Alexi Howard, or betterknown as Lexi, is a Sophmore student attenting East Highland High School. She is timid, usually living inside her mind, and not one to act out. This caused her to usually be sidelined in favor of her older sister, which is only 433 days older than her." ]
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