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Brain fuzzy with blurring images, my feet feel are crunching against the clouds. That doesn't make sense though - clouds aren't crunchy. 

Roaring sounds of laughter, yelling and music wraps around my head like an itchy blanket. My hands press against my ears as an ache begins to form, along with a bout of nausea. With a groan, I fall onto one of the crunchy clouds. The one I embrace is feverish and... moving.

I force my eye lids to move. Blinking away the window of obscurity, my vision clears of fog. And so does my hearing.

"-off of me!" 

When my head turns to look at where the yelling is coming from, confused out of my mind, I realise it's not clouds that I'm laying atop of. It's a girl. Her freaked out expression is mere inches away from mine and my body is flush to hers uncomfortably. I'm sure any other guy would feel excited being in this position, but my instant reaction is more nausea. 

"Shit!" I exclaim, lifting off of her and landing on the sticky carpet, people brushing past me ignorantly. I wipe my hands over my jeans and kneel up, disgusted at whatever substance clings to my palms. When I hear a huff, I glance up to see the random girl straightening out her rust-coloured hair, eyebrows narrowed in annoyance. Putting my hands up, I start apologising, "I'm really-"

"Whatever." She glares at me harshly. Within a second, she's stumbling off the couch and turning to leave through the crowded lounge. But not without flipping me the bird and muttering "Perv" under her breath.

Pulling off the ground, I climb back onto the - now empty - couch and try to gather up my bearings. With a quick scan of the foreign room, I notice the party is still in full swing. Sweaty walls of flesh rub up against each other, with little to no choice due to the size capacity of the room in comparison to the quantity of inebriated students. Various sounds reach my ears but the sound drowns them out for the most part - the loudest, most recognisable sound is yelling. Everyone is calling out to each other and squealing, whether they're dancing or standing still and 'talking'. 

The music that's trying to achieve widespread deafness is unknown to me; some sort of club music that I've not heard before. Rainbow coloured lights scatter across the room, never once laying still as they dance with the clashing bodies throughout the room. Despite the multi-coloured lighting, the room remains mostly dark.

The whirring in my stomach seems to settle as I stay sitting, taking in my surroundings and trying to access some part of me that isn't highly intoxicated. My memory of the night seems to appear in segmented fuzz and I'm unable to focus on them. What I do remember clearly, however, is how Lela flew out of the country earlier this afternoon. I also haven't forbidden the recent information I have yet to process to its full extent; Greg and Mariah are getting married. Married!

"Fable!" 

My head snaps to the high pitched voice screaming into my ear. Although, I don't have to look to know who it is.

Lucille. 

A tight black dress clings to her slim body, almost as much as the smudged make up that's trying to stay on her face. The dark fabric leaves very little to the imagination, if I felt the attracted to imagine that is. It cuts off at the very top of her thighs, just below her crotch, and the neckline is what they call 'plunging'. Her platinum hair is curled loosely, my vision getting momentarily blinded by the soft tendrils as she embraces me. After a second or two, she pulls back and sits next to me, a massive smile on her face.

"I haven't see you since we arrived. Can you believe it's already been a couple hours? This party is awesome!" She howls, leaning against me with obvious bodily exhaustion. However, she's still vibrating with alcohol-induced energy.

I place my arm around her, also needing the stabilisation. Letting out a breath, I press my lips to her ear, "Where have you been?"

Before she can answer, a tawny-skinned guy is suddenly in front of us with a huge grin spreading across his full lips. He wears a simple black, fitted tee and blue - I think - jeans with the addition of a couple accessories; he has two gold studs in his left ear and a gold, elongated necklace with a simple moon pendant that lays against the black material covering his chest. His dark hair is trimmed to his head on the sides with his wiry 'fro-curls sitting on top. 

"'Sup!"

Lucille is the first to reply, "Hey! Long time no see," She giggles. 

I raise my eyebrows glancing between the two of them as they exchange knowing glances. "Uh, hey man, I'm Fable. You two know each other?"

The random dude nods, laughing before raising his voice to be heard over the music, "Yeah, we met about half an hour ago while playing spin the bottle. If you catch my drift." He begins wiggling his eyebrows before his eyes widen, looking at Lucille's shoulder. When I glance at what he's staring at, I realise that my arm around her is probably sending the wrong signal. "Shit, sorry! I didn't know that you two were..."

"We're not!" Both Lucille and I yell at the same time, her disgusted expression most likely matching mine. I decide to clarify, "We're best friends. So, you know, if you want to date her or kiss her then it's fine by me."

Unexpectedly, he starts cackling with deep laughter. When he catches his breath, he holds his side with one hand and uses the other one to 'shoo'. "I'm not... Dude, I'm gay."

Lucille nods against my shoulder, "And no offence, but I already have my eyes on someone else at the moment who, sadly, isn't at this party." 

Not knowing what to say, I just shrug and shoot the random man an apologetic look for jumping to the most 'obvious' conclusion. This guy is actually the first out and proud homosexual person I've met. I had a closeted friend back in high school who I was relatively close with, but he decided to go travelling this year instead of attend university. 

If only I had the luxury to do that.

"Don't sweat it," the seemingly tall man smiles. "By the way, my name's Raidon."

"Oh!" I exclaim, the figurative light bulb switching on inside of my head. "You're the one who lives here and is hosting this party, right?" I'm pretty sure that's the name Micah mentioned the other day.

He grins again - however, I suspect it never left his face to begin with. "Yup! That's me. I have a roommate, Jett, but he's the introvert in our friendship."

"He's not into parties?"

"Despises them," he chuckles. At least I'm assuming that's what he's doing. It's hard to tell with all this noise. 

All the alcohol I consumed earlier at pre-drinks seem to rush through my body all at once, sending me alarm bells.

Quickly, I stand up, my legs wobbling like perfectly set jelly. Thankfully, before I can tumble to the floor in embarrassment, Raidon's hand shoots out to steady me and I puff out a breath of relief.

"Thanks man."

This time I know he chuckles because he's right in front of me, staring at me in what I could only determine as amusement. "Maybe you should sit back down." His large, veiny hand that's pressed against my shoulder starts to push. Before my body falls back onto the sofa, I straighten up and send him a friendly smile. 

"Actually, I need to piss," I groan, stepping from foot to foot, trying to keep it in. I don't exactly have the usual control over my body that I retain while sober. Taking quick glances at both Raidon and Lucille, I rush out a "catch you later" before I head into the crowd. 

The only direction I can move is forward, in hopes that it'll lead me to a hallway. Maybe you should have asked Raidon to direct you, you numskull. 

Helplessly, I squeeze between slick bodies and cups filled various liquids. After almost falling over at least ten times, I finally reach the hallway. It's pitch black and I don't have enough time to look for the light switch so I wander hurriedly to the first door I find that's not locked. And because of that fact - and that I can't hear anyone having sex on the other side of it - I assume that it's the bathroom.

Jeans unbuttoned, unzipped, and halfway down my thighs, I start to pull down my boxers as I close the door behind me and fumble for the light switch. Yes, that's right. I'm actually going to try find this one because otherwise I might piss on the floor and that's just humiliating; you do not want to be that person at a party. One time, there were so many people waiting to go to the toilet that people starting peeing and defecating in the bathtub. 

It was a shit show. 

Wanting to avoid the shame of being the tragic, drunk person who doesn't do their business in the toilet, I find the light switch and flip it.

And here I stand; pants down, dick out and completely ashamed.

"Uh, I'm straight... but thanks for the offer?"

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