party foul

I arrive at the party early and head straight for the kitchen. I half and half a fruity flavored vodka and cranberry cocktail juice in my red solo cup. It tastes bad. I drink fast It tastes better. My cup is empty. Refill. Hunch punch it is. Shitty drinking games Shitty music. I go out on to the patio. I'm greeted by a circle of hazy expressions And red eyes. 1 hit 2 hits 3 hits 4. Jenga truth or dare. lick the faces of three people Girl that dared me - one. Girl with purple hair - two. Guy with buddy holly glasses - three. Space Odyssey plays on the stereo. 5 4 3 2 I wake up fully clothed on a makeshift mattress made of couch cushions. I'm fucking freezing.

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