“Hey Chris? You alright?” A hand waved in my face snapping me back to the present. In front of me stood a slender guy a bit taller than me but only by a few inches. He smiled when I made eye contact.
“There she is! Sup? Um, Charlie and I are just chilling in the living room here, playing some games and tossing back shots like no tomorrow.” His smile was large and welcoming. I leaned forward and extended my arms, pulling him close. He let out a surprised HNGF before hugging me back. He pulled back and I let my hands linger on his shoulders cherishing the touch of another. When I let go he turned and walked back into the living room, flopping down on the couch and grabbing a controller. My feet took me towards him absentmindedly, ignoring the stimulus around me, I focused on him and sat down right next to him. My head instinctively leaned onto his shoulder and I looked up top see Charlie sitting on the floor in front of us. He eyed us with what looked like jealousy and went back to playing.
“Hey Charlie! Having fun with Jake?” I said in a teasing voice knowing full well that Charlie was desperately crushing on Jake but to his dismay Jake had no feelings towards him. Just five months ago I started regularly texting Jake and then two months ago he asked me out. So far this is the longest relationship I’ve had, with a human.
“Oh yeah I am. We were just making out with each other before you came in. He finally confessed his undying affections towards me.” Charlie teased back, smirking at Jake but looking away as soon as they made eye contact. I smirked and turned back towards Jake scooting closer to him, warmth coming off in waves from his body. He looks on at the TV, from what I know about the game he just killed Charlie for the fifth time in a row earning him a new mega weapon. I never much cared for shooting games, I shot myself up enough. At the thought of that I suddenly needed a shot, the alcohol kind, not the needle, not yet at least.
“What did you get us to drink this time Charlie?” I saw a bottle a quarter full of brown liquid in his lap, another two bottles set up on the kitchen table.
“This one here,” He held it up towards me, I took it turning it around in my hands. “is Fireball. It’s the new youth craze. Every teen in the area drinks it. Tastes a lot less like whiskey and more like Hot Tamales. You know that little red candy that comes in the box?” I nod and take the top off the bottle. Three shot glasses sat on the table, I picked the one that looked dry and poured to the brim. I threw it back and poured another, the burning taste either no longer affected me or the burning of the cinnamon was much stronger. The next shot I let linger on my tongue, exploring the flavors. Not much was there other than cinnamon. I swallowed it down and the next three shots I drank like an alcoholic which I guess at this point in my life I was. And a junkie.
I thought about shooting up here but I remember that Jake didn’t particularly like my habit. He was perfectly fine with Charlie snorting cocaine in front of him though, I spied the tell-tale razor blade and specs of white powder on a shiny surface sitting on the table. Maybe Jake was just like his mom afraid of needles. God, what pussies. I poured one more shot before lying back against Jake. He wrapped one arm around me and brought it back towards him grabbing his controller again. I sighed and frowned, I guess the game was more interesting at the moment.
The whiskey had already started to hit me, my cheeks were warm and things got a little cloudy. This was the part of drinking I really enjoyed. There was no buzz, six shots one right after the other got you fucked up pretty fast at least in my case. Of course being completely fucked up was great as well, I could forget all of the pain and frolic through the child-like bliss the alcohol provided. I giggled when Jake killed Charlie and when he got all worked up about it. At some point Jake handed me the controller and I played for him. I got my ass handed to me at least four dozen times before I started to get tired. My eyes drooped further and further down, my body collapsing against Jake’s. Charlie eyed us again, green with jealousy.
“Wanna come up here with us?” The sentence came out of my mouth jumbled but he seemed to understand it. Jake would understand in the morning. Charlie stood up and stretched, his t-shirt creeped upwards and revealed his large stomach. On the surface were scars, several, more than I had on my own arm. That’s why Jake would be OK with it in the morning. Charlie needed us. That’s what friends are for right? He brought over a blanket and wrapped himself in it before lying against Jake, his cheek resting on his shoulder. I slid down to a flat position my head on Jake’s lap. I closed my eyes the sleep overtaking me. I felt a tingle right before I fell into darkness. It started at my toes and traveled up my body. It ended at my head and that’s when the urges came over me. I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I shot up.