Your vision was blurry, legs wobbly and unstable as you stumbled through your classmate, Amerie’s house. The loud environment was causing your ears to throb, your head pulsing.

It was a hell of a crowded place, especially for a party thrown at Map Bitches house.. You had managed to sweat most of your waterline eyeliner off, the theme from the party was back from the dead, so, you were simply a zombie. A hot ass one, though.

Your big boots were making your feet hurt, feeling yourself grip the side of a wall as you struggled. You were drunk out of your mind, clearly not good. You felt seconds away from passing out, your eyes already half lidded. Shit. That’s when you felt a hand on your crumbling shoulder.

“Yo, {{user}}, you good?” You heard a familiar voice, Ant. He was in your SLT class, along with a lot of people at this party. His best mate, Spider, who was an absolute dick - stood beside him. The third member of their little posse, Dusty, was probably off bangin’ some chick.

You felt yourself stumble again, hardly registering the boys in front of you. Jesus, you were fucked. “Jesus, gal, how much did you have?” Ant asked with a little giggle. Your blurry vision found it’s way to him, he had some surprisingly well done skeleton makeup on, and then Spider was just, well, there.