Drunk Love

So a drunken adventure at a baseball game and some energy drinks made me want to write about some drunk kids at a party. Sorry if anyone finds it vulgar or something.

            I sit down on the floor of the only room in this stupid house that doesn't have some one in it. Every other room has drunk kids in it doing disgusting things with each other. Why did I agree to come to this party? Nothing good has come of it. I'm just even lonelier than before. Davey yelled at me and took off with another girl and a case of Bud, Cassandra and Felix took off too, Ellen said she wouldn't leave me alone but she's gone too. This sucks.

            The door opens and I glare at the person that dares interrupt my sulking. "This room is taken." I growl before I see who is on the other side. Whoever it is doesn't listen and just walks in. It's just a guy in a beat up old shirt and dirty black skinnies with a bottle of whiskey.

            "Can I sit here with you? I don't want to stay at the party but my ride is still too busy trying to get some girl to sleep with him." He frowns and sighs. "I won't even talk; it will be like I'm not here."

            "Sit down, I don't care." I pat the floor next to me. "It isn't like anyone else will talk to me."

            "Why?" The guy sits as he unscrews the cap on the bottle of alcohol.

            "I'm not exactly a people person so I don't do well in these kinds of settings and no one wants to talk to me because my boyfriend is currently doing every girl he says hi to and it's awkward when one of his s***s meets me. All the girls here have done something with him." I take a deep breath. "And the friends that dragged me here got drunk and disappeared."

            "That's basically the same for me, except with a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend. And my friends ditched me too." He takes a big sip of the whiskey. "Do you want any?" He holds the bottle out to me.

            I take it from him and take a few sips. "It's strong." I take a couple more sips. "It's yummy." As I put it up to my lips, he takes it from me.

            "I don't need you getting wasted with me when I don't even know you." He puts the cap back on the bottle and sets it aside. "I'm Benji by the way."

            "I'm Shane." I tell him.

            "A guy's name, really?" Benji shakes his head. "Parents just don't know how to name children anymore."

            "Oh! and Benji is so great?" I snatch at the bottle on the other side of him.

            "No alcohol right now!" He blocks me. "And I'm just kidding, Shane is a rad name."

            "I know it's rad! That's why I named myself it." I get to the bottle and take it. "My real name sucks so I renamed myself."

            Benji takes the bottle back and stuffs it down his shirt. "No!" He crosses his arms.

            "Fine." I sigh. "I just wish I could find some way to forget that my friends don't want to talk to me and find someone else to talk to."

            "I'm sitting right here, you can talk to me. We are both in the same predicament." Benji shrugs. "Just a suggestion though, you can talk to any of the other people in this room."

            "Don't be a smart a*s or I won't talk to you." I punch his arm. "What do you want to talk about?"

            "I don't know... How do you like the weather?" Benji looks around the room awkwardly.

            "The weather sucks, it's hot as hell." It's summertime and I hate it. The heat and humidity stops people from doing much.

            "What season do you prefer?" Benji asks.

            "I like fall and winter the most." I answer. "Because then I can go for walks whenever I want and not have to worry about heat stroke."

            "But in the winter you can get frostbite."

            "Not if you wear a jacket and gloves." I laugh.

            "You're right." Benji takes the whiskey out of his shirt and sets it between us. I ignore it and continue the conversation.

            "What season do you like the most?" I ask him.

            "I like the rain in spring, so I guess that's my favorite season." He replies. "Do you like going for walks a lot?"

            "Yeah, it helps me clear my head. I'm always thinking too much and it gives me headaches, so going for a walk stops me from thinking." I grab the bottle and this time Benji doesn't try to stop me.

            "I think too much also, it pisses all my friends off because I can't just stop thinking ever. I always have to find out the meaning behind things." Benji laughs. "But everything has meaning, right?"

            I think about it for a moment. "Yes, I guess. If nothing had meaning life would be boring and every action everyone makes is for some purpose." Benji drinks the whiskey as I speak.

            "I don't know. Sometimes I wish I would stop thinking. Knowing things makes life tough once in a while." Benji stands up. "I'm cold and my a*s hurts from this floor, I'm sitting on the bed." He takes the bottle with him.

            I realize that I'm a little sore from sitting on the wood floors too. I stand up and look for a place to sit, hoping there will be a chair somewhere in the room so I won't have to sit in a bed with a guy I just met. There's nothing. I frown and sit next to Benji. "No funny business." I glare at him as I pull the blanket over my legs,

            "Don't worry I'm not some sleazy guy that would try anything on you." Benji hands me the whiskey. "You seem like too nice of a girl to use."

            "Well, too bad the other guys in the world don't think that." I grab a pillow and hug it tight. My history with guys hasn't been too pretty. All they do is use me and throw me out when I'm not any good to them anymore.

            "You need a hug." Benji pulls me into his embrace. Something about his hug makes me feel oddly safe and protected. I don't know what I need protecting from, but I still feel protected from it.

            I look up at Benji. His brown eyes watch me, making sure I'm okay. I hold his gaze for a few moments, and then look away quickly. The first thing I find to break the weird awkwardness of staring at him is the whiskey. I gulp down as much as I can before it starts to burn my throat. Benji pulls the bottle away from my lips and drinks the rest.

            I realize that my vision has gone a little blurry, but that doesn't matter too much. I'm not going to be going anywhere. Benji tosses the bottle onto the floor and puts his arm back around me. He yawns and I can smell the bitter alcohol on his breath. I wonder if my breath smells that bad. Before I can think too much about it my mouth is covered by his.

            I jump and pull back quickly. "What the hell?" My words are a little slurred, but not badly.

            "I'm sorry. You just have the sweetest voice, the prettiest face, and you seem so interesting." Benji smiles. "And you're lips just looked so soft, I wanted to kiss them."

            I push the pillow I was holding away and kiss him, pressing my lips to his with so much force. He places his hands on my hips and pulls me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair. All my thoughts go silent and kissing Benji is all I think about.

             His tongue brushes against my bottom lip. I open my mouth. Benji kisses me roughly and positions himself above me. I stop the kiss and barely start to contemplate what we might be about to do, but my thoughts wander to other things. "Go lock the door." I mutter. Benji nods and gets up.

            I quickly pull my phone and house keys out of my pocket and throw them onto the bedside table. I don't want to accidentally call anyone right now, it would be embarrassing.

            Benji lays back down under the blankets. "Do you want too...?" I don't let him finish before I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him close enough for me to kiss. Our kisses become more heated and he starts to unbutton my shirt as quickly as he can. My hands run down his back until I find the end of his shirt. I pull it over his head. I slip my arms out of my shirt and push it onto the floor.

            He sits up, bringing me with him. His fingers search for the clasp of my bra. While he undoes that, I find his belt buckle. Benji starts kissing my neck and he kicks off his pants. I kick off my pants too now.

            Nothing in my mind tells me I shouldn't be doing this. Instead it all encourages me. I only live once, Benji doesn't seem like a bad person, I'm technically not with Davey anymore. It's all just reasons why this is okay, none saying it isn't. So what I'm doing isn't bad. And if it is bad, we all make mistakes and this is one good mistake.

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at anything like this (the makey outey sexy stuff...) and I personally believe I'm no good at it... and I don't think I made it clear enough that Shane is pretty drunk by the end.