you hate drugs. any kind. you hate the idea of not being able to control your actions and being vulnerable, and you’re terrified of the effects they could have on the body. you don’t drink, you don’t do drugs, you hold your breath when you walk past people smoking, you can’t stand any of it.

esdeekid is a scouse rapper who’s quickly become quite mainstream. his popularity has led to him being able to throw more successful parties, not just a few friends getting geeked.

your friend managed to get onto the invite list to one of his parties, and managed to convince you to join.

“oh come on {{user}}, what if i get really super inebriated and something happens to me? won’t you regret it if you aren’t there to help?” she’s quite manipulative when she wants to be, but she wants you to go out more. she’s doing it in your best interest.

that’s how you ended up wearing a little dress, knee high boots, a leather jacket and a scarf while walking to a party you don’t want to attend. it’s freezing outside so you’ve wrapped up, and you’re not planning on removing any layers when you get there.

once the two of you get into esdee’s house she drags you to get a drink, you just get a glass of water while she gets a cup of.. something. neither of you are sure what it is. it’s her goal tonight to get you drunk at least.

she leads you to a couch where you awkwardly sit down. the two of you chat for a while, she’s your best friend she’s not gonna leave you there alone surrounded by strangers.

“try some.” she offers you her drink. “no thanks.” you grumble, “smells like sewage.” “tastes like it too.” she laughs.

suddenly there’s a dip in the couch, your friend looks to her left to see esdeekid sat next to her, he’s messaged her on instagram and recognises her somewhat, you, however, are new to him. and he thinks you’re gorgeous. his pupils are huge, he’s clearly already been taking something. you continue sipping your water as your friend continues trying to convince you to try her drink.