“That’s fucked, Eli. No one should be used to that and there’s no way that I’m the grand love child of a creepy old man and a huge ass animal.” Brett released his grip of her and jumped back when the drink came flying out of her mouth. “You? Spitting out a perfectly good shot? What the hell, Eliana!” He mocked her before letting out a small laugh. Brett nodded his head, “yes -- believe it or not. I have had my fair share of jail visits.”

“ i don’t. it’s weird to me. i guess i’m just used to people insulting me. yeah, yeah. you can be mr. rogers grandson and barney’s … grandson, ” letting go of his hand, she also took a shot before ordering herself another round. getting drunk was all that she seemed to do at parties, besides the occasional fights. her focus was entirely on getting drunk until brett confessed that he himself had been arrested before. accidentally, she spit out her drink and reached over for a napkin to wipe her mouth with. “ you? arrested? what the hell brett! ” she smacked his arm gently.

“Shit -- a zombie apocalypse?! We have to start preparing now, it could happen at any moment.” He tried standing up but the room began to spin as soon as he did so. Brett flopped right back onto the couch, “maybe later, actually. For now, I say we try to think of some weird ass flavored twinkies -- vodka twinkies!”

she smiled lazily at the thought of that. “ just think, man, twinkies can like outlive us. that greasy, unhealthy yummy snack is gonna outlive us all, dude. at least we can rely on that to not go bad during a zombie apocalypse. “

Brett was trying so hard not to panic but the moment his name escaped her lips, he couldn’t keep his cool anymore. “Bianca, who gave you this?” He held up her red solo cup, looking to find any remains of drugs in it. Brett ran his fingers threw his hair before gently helping Bianca lay down on her side. He sat down on the floor in front of her and grabbed her hand; was this actually happening right now? “What do I do?!”

bianca’s weight instantly fell into him when he shifted her, almost like dead weight in his arms. escaping her lips, she managed to get a word out, but it was much more slurred than her usual intoxication, “br–ett” she was trying to talk to him, but it was starting to scare her–her complete lack of control.

“And, that is why I never want to leave this place. I’m going to be out of here and not remember anything that has ever happened but that’s the best part about it.” Brett had plenty of goals but none of them involved growing up and leaving college; this was the time of his life and he didn’t want it to end. “What if we just keep switching our majors until we’re like 50, so we can party every weekend?”

“What is life without regrets?” perpahs Brett was right and both of them would regret whatever the night offers them, but there are still great memories with great stories, even if you remembered them only by videos or photos. “Now that is more like it, buddy.” Alex said with a smile, before downing his own round. “One day we will be out of this place and there won’t be moments in which your drunk every weekend.”

“You don’t handle people being nice very well, do you? And, you mean a less purple dinosaur and less old version of the two, I hope.” Brett’s hand remained on her shoulder when he took a shot with the other one. He nonchalantly placed the shot glass in a random person’s hood as they walked by. “Been there, done that.” He replied and immediately looked back at Eliana, knowing he should’ve have mentioned it; now he would never hear the end of her teasing.

taking a look down at the hand he placed on her shoulder, she chuckled softly and nodded along to his words. in return, she placed her own hand on the hand which was on her shoulder and nodded sympathetically.  “ you sound like barney or mr. rogers, brett. and hey, anyone can go to jail. even you. ”

She wasn’t answering him and he wasn’t sure what the do; the alcohol in his system not helping the situation at all. “Bianca, what -- you okay?” He put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder a bit, trying to get a response out of the girl.

hearing the familiar voice, bianca wanted to respond, but with in a moment forgot what she intended to do. she’d never been that drunk, or atleast she thought drunk. turning her head to face him, the familiar boy was nothing but a blur. resting her head on his shoulder, she was trying to find some normalcy to her vision, but nothing seemed to work. 

“I’m here now, okay?” It was rare for Brett to be so serious, usually he would crack a joke and move on, but for something like this, he knew he had to be. “Do you want to go outside and get some fresh air or are you feeling better?”

Her anxiety seemed to slightly fade when she saw a familiar face, another minute with her recklessly searching and she probably would have been in trouble. “I couldn’t find anyone, and everyone was so close, and I couldn’t breathe.” She looked at Brett with distressed eyes, her eyebrows furrowing as she struggled to slow down her breathing.

There were a couple more hours of the party until it was over but Brett was already really drunk, his costume was barely put together anymore; he was pretty much a mess at this point. He was unable to comprehend all the things happening at this exact moment but when he saw Bianca lying on the couch as he stumbled his way through the back door; he knew something was up. “Bianca?” Brett called her name as he walked up to her. He sat down next to her and repeated her name, “Bianca?”

sitting on a couch in the corner, bianca could feel the room spinning. she drank all the time, but something wasn’t right. she’d only had like one drink and she felt like she had absolutely no control over her body. feeling her eyelids get heavier, bianca could barely stay awake–the blaring music becoming nothing but a faint noise in her subconscious. 

Brett laughed at Alex; he already knew where this was going, “you’re so gonna’ regret this tomorrow morning.” He ordered a few more shots for himself and his friend. “Eh, what the hell -- you're going to need a hangover buddy, right?” Brett threw his head back when drinking his shots and when he was finished, he turned back to Alex with a huge grin on his face.

it was time for another party and as usual alex was ready for it. the party had starter a few mintures ago, but he was already a bit tipsy. the boy was dressed with everything white, excpet for the devil horns and tail. “  two shots.  “ he yelled over the music at the bartender, dancing around while doing so. he downed them both and kept moving around. “  wassup?  “

He couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth but he also couldn’t help but think it was hysterical. “Just because you’re dress as a devil doesn’t mean you have to become the devil.” Brett put his hand on her shoulder, trying to be as sincere as possible. “And, don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t be an angel. You can be anything you want to be -- as long as it doesn’t end with you in jail again or dead.”

eliana made her way over to the drinks, needing to get drunk as soon as possible. grabbing a drink, she took a sip of it and looked over at the person nearest to her. she had no idea who they were but she decided to strike up a conversation anyways.  “  i actually like this theme. it’s different. plus it allows me to let out my inner devil and no one can give me shit about it,  ”  she laughed, taking another sip.  “  i should’ve dressed up as an angel though and watched everyones reaction.  ”

Once Brett moved passed a huge group of people, he noticed Luna sitting by herself. He walked over to her with a smirk on his face; when he reached her he stood his hands on his hips and towered over her. “Let me guess – Lulu is high as fuck.”

the angel wings were heavy, so she sat down in the middle of the dance floor, adjusting the devil horns, suddenly feeling exhausted. the weed she’d smoked is finally taking a toll on her, feeling an immense paranoia washing upon her. 

Brett caught a glimpse of Ivana out of the corner of his eye when she made her way through the crowd. “Hey,” he latched on to her arm when he noticed the distress on her face. “What’s wrong, Iv?”

The blonde moved through the crowd shyly, her white dress flowing around her thighs, angel wings bumping into others. So far she hadn’t seen any of her friends and was honestly beginning to feel nervous and out of place. It had been a long time since her anxiety had surfaced but everything seemed to be closing in on her. Hands were on her face, her body completely still in the collective of dancing students as she tried to breath.

Brett could barely keep his eyes open; he was overtired and slightly drunk by this point of the party. “There has got to be some twinkies around here somewhere from generations before us. I mean, twinkies can last for a good 200 years -- gross but awesome.”

sonny had taken a seat on a couch & after a few minutes she leaned her head against the back of it. usually there was one point during any party where she would end up the calmest she had ever been & just sit with her eyes half closed & watch everything around her. right now was one on of those times. she mumbled to herself, “ damn, i could really go for a twinkie now. “

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Eliana: i wanna be first lady

Eliana: you fool???? U sound like gandalf

Eliana: so u dont like bianca like that?

Eliana: nooooo its not like that!! I just miss him

Brett: you got it

Brett: wtf no he stole that from me

Brett: i can't believe you just typed that question out

Brett: YA MHMMM

Brett: he's somewhere around the house being awesome i'm sure