I finish taking a body shot off some girl and without hesitation, she pulls me in for a wild make-out session.
“Let’s keep this party going!” Adrian yells from the roof. The music blasting from the speakers adds to the energy of his words.
I watch him as he does a front flip into the pool and everyone cheers for him when his head breaks the surface.
What a fucking idiot, but that looks fun as hell.
“Hey,” The girl I was making out with only moments ago says, trying to get my attention, “Are you looking to have some fun?”
She pulls a blue pill from her pocket, a slight smile on her face as she shows it off.
My shirt gets wet from Adrian’s hand and he raises an eyebrow, “What’s the motto for tonight man?”
“Fuck it,” I repeat the words he told me a million times before we got here and take the pill from her. I pop it into my mouth and swallow before I can even taste it.
“That’s my boy! Watch yourself with Carrie, she’s a wild one,” Adrian winks at her before disappearing into the crowd.
She takes my hand and leads me to a place where people are dancing.
“You’re a really hot guy, I don’t think I’ve met one like you before,” She says as she starts dancing like she’s on something, which she most likely is, “Your friend is the definition of party but you, you’re different.”
“Less talking, more dancing,” I grab her by the waist and our bodies move with the rhythm of the music. She’s silent, a small smile playing on her face as we continue dancing through the night. I’m handed drinks left and right and I chug them all, not really caring how this could affect me. I’ve needed this for months, I miss partying whenever it’s convenient.
My dancing stops, though, when I see Amelia standing alone.
“What’s wrong? Not feeling it anymore? I got more drugs in the car if you want some?”
“Like what?” I ask, all of a sudden interested. My eyes find her green ones and she smiles almost from ear to ear.
“Come with me and you’ll find out,” She takes my hand and leads me towards Amelia. Just as we’re about to walk past her, Carrie stops and looks Amelia up and down, “Do you want to come with us, sweetheart? You look like you need a little pick me up.”
Mel eyes me suspiciously and then they flick over to the smaller girl between us, “Sure, sounds like fun.”
“Great! It’s a party in my car then,” She never lets go of my hand as she leads us to her suburban. I let Amelia and her sit in the front seat while I stand outside the car, “Get in! It’s gonna look suspicious if you just stand out there.”
I can feel sweat trickling down my neck but it feels good with the wind blowing. I don’t want to get into the car but I reluctantly open the car.
I hop into the backseat and shut the door behind me.
“Compliments by Carrie,” She pulls out a big bag of different colored pills and even some weed, “We can do anything you guys want, name it, I’ve most definitely got it.”
“Do you have some coke? It’s been awhile since I’ve done it,” Amelia says immediately after Carrie opens the bag.
“Of course! What kind of person doesn’t have coke,” Carrie scoffs as she pulls out a small bag of the powder, “Here’s a dollar, I assume since this isn’t your first time you know what you’re doing?”
“Yeah,” Amelia laughs, taking the dollar and putting one end in her nose and the other end just above the line. She inhales it through the bill and I raise my eyebrows at the thought of her doing drugs. She does a couple more and then hands it to Carrie who does her own.
Is this what she did while we were dating?
“You wanna try?” Carrie asks me, one of her perfectly drawn eyebrows raise in question.
“Fuck it,” I sigh, taking the bill from her hand and repeating exactly what I saw Amelia do. I do two lines and my nose feels like it’s burning a little but not too bad.
“Now this is pure coke. There’s nothing added to it, top shelf if you want an easier understanding,” Carrie turns to look at me, a slight smile on her face, “Any other requests?”
“Weed, weed sounds good,” I say, leaning back in the seat, a big smile never wanting to leave my face.
“I wanna get in the back with you,” I hear Amelia say, the door pops open next to me and she sits in the seat, comfortable as can be.
“Lucky for you I just got a fresh shipment of Snoop’s Dream. I got a killer bong in the back if you want to do that and if you want to hit some dabs I got those too.”
“This sounds like heaven,” I hop up from my seat, full of energy and reach into the furthest back seat and find her two-foot long bong and her dab rig, “This is pretty fucking cool.”
I check out the design of the bong as I hand Amelia the rig.
“This is for you,” Carrie says, handing Amelia a torch and the wax, “And this, you,” She hands me the bag of weed she was holding onto earlier and I load up the bowl.
I take a pretty big hit from the bong and over the noise of the music playing in the car, I hear Amelia coughing hard. She’s trying to catch her breath and I can’t help but laugh. It’s cute watching her trying to smile and pretend like she’s okay while coughing at the same time.
“Let’s play the good ol’ game of switcharoo, Lukas, your turn with the dab. She hands me the same amount she gave Amelia and I heat up the glass with the torch and then take a hit.
“Holy fuck,” I cough out as I finish.
“It hits good doesn’t it?” I nod, still coughing like I’m hacking up a lung and hand her the rig.
“Take another from the bong and then we should go back to the party, don’t want anyone missing us,” Carrie instructs as Amelia hands me the piece.
I prep another milky hit and clear it, “Now let’s go!”