Eruptions of laughter and the overwhelming blast from the speakers blared throughout the house, causing the crowds of people to get even more reckless and wild. Shocks of vibrations soared through your body as the deafening roar of noise gradually increased. Parties had never been your type of thing, but you had only reluctantly agreed after hearing the desperate plea in Kenji’s voice as he kept begging you to come along to his house party.

For as long as you could remember Kenji’s always been the star of the show, as for you, lurking in his shadows like a miserable dust bunny was all you were capable off. Chicks, parties and drinking were his main priorities, as you just so happened to be the exact polar opposite. It baffled you as to why he willingly befriended you, perhaps to make himself look better compared to you or because he truly found you interesting. Who knows?

A sudden tight tug on your forearm snapped you back to reality as you were greeted with a drunken Kenji, holding onto you for support while slurring all his mispronounced words. The intoxicating stench of whiskey and tobacco flew up to your nostrils as you held him in place, making sure he doesn’t accidentally tumble backwards and fall into the mass of people.

“HeEyy.. come on, we’re all gonna play.. hiccup spin the bottle next.!” He garbled, trying his best to keep down the amount of alcohol he had chugged earlier. That same forceful grip dragged you throughout the crowd as you both began to make your way upstairs. A sense of slight pity filled you up as you watched him cling onto the side of the wall for balance, wondering just how much he’s had to drink.