After we danced around for a while, Joey and I went outside with our beers. We were laying down in the lawn looking at the stars.

"This is pretty." I said grabbing Joeys hand.

"Are you having fun?" He asked.

"Yeah, you?"

"Mhm."

"I think I have enough money saved up to buy a ticket....to playlist live. My step mom might lend me some money for my sisters wedding. Like the ticket."

"But......I thought you said you weren't close with your step mom." At that moment with the alcohol and everything I broke down and started to sob.

"I just don't wanna disappoint you!" I blubbered.

"Awe baby," he turned on his side and pulled me close. "You aren't disappointing me. I understand if you can't go." I sniffed and nodded. "Lets go inside ok?" We walked inside and drank some more, danced, drank and danced at the same time. I drunkenly pushed my way out of the dancefloor, with Joey stumbling close behind, my way to some room in the house, upstairs away from everyone. I began to giggle as Joey and I stumbled into the room and he pressed his hot(temperature) body to mine. His lips tasted like alcohol, his hands roaming around my back. We fell back on the bed and Joey slipped his shirt off. They were hot, sloppy, fast kisses. We made out for a while before Joey started to get up and ran out of the room. He ran into the bathroom and his stomach contents erupted into the toilet. I rubbed his back and tried to sooth him. I remember that he felt fine and we went downstairs and danced for a while. I tried to have a conversation with my friends but all of us were waisted. The room smelt like puke and alcohol. I think there were only afew of us left when it was about 3am.