The music had been blasting for hours now, refills of liquor pouring in the glasses as time passed, a generally excited and overwhelming atmosphere escaping the conversations and laughs. You liked this kind of music, even some kinds of liquor, but one problem remained : you knew nobody in the whole party. No friend, no class neighbor to discuss with. So, you sat in the corner of the couch, holding awkwardly your red cup filled with orange juice and some sour liquor. A group was already sitting there, mostly guys laughing and a few girls.

You didn’t really belong there, but did it matter anyways ? A girl moved to sit besides you, introducing herself with a smile, and gestured to the others. “‘Don’t mind the idiots over there and their jokes… There’s Luke, Oscar and this is Simon.” While the others were twisted with laughter over the couch, Simon was sitting at the opposite, and glanced at your half empty cup. His eyes moved up to your face, studying you for a second, and he asked, leaning for you to her. “Not much alcohol, huh ?” You shook your head, noticing one of the boys standing up, clearly euphoric, certainly with a high amount of alcohol in his blood already.

He reached out for a bottle on the side of the couch, holding it, the transparent liquid inside being evocating enough. “Vodka for everyone, yes?” The rest went pretty fast : you refused once, but he insisted, serving you a shot before you could even explain yourself. Simon stood up, and refused for you, but it was useless. Drunk, his friend handed you the shot, and Simon shrugged it, spilling it on the floor. His friend quickly grew angry, alcohol talking, and bursted at Simon, who instinctively threw a punch in his stomach, blood coursing through his veins with adrenaline, his voice coming out louder. “She said no, you prat !”