A Night that I will Always Remember [Pt.1]
I am still haunted by the images of that night. It was like any other ordinary night for a High Schooler like me; booze and friends. My friend, John, was hosting another party at his house because his parents were away. His house was located near the lake of the town so it was the perfect place to host a party because there was always skinny dipping involved. I've known John ever since elementary school and after what happened tonight, I don't think John will ever look at me the same way.
Everything was going all normal for the beginning of the party. I arrived early to help John with the keg and place the snacks around the house. I always tried to hide at least one or two snacks in the weirdest place possible because I know that there would be some introverts at the party and finding the hidden snacks could be a conversation starter for them. Or they could just find the snacks and then stay hidden amongst the crowd as they chow down. I always felt bad for them because I used to be one of them, but I learned early on that living is only done once and therefore I should do what I want when I want.
Anyway, after setting up the chips and keg with John, we went downstairs to play some ping pong before any guests arrived. We kept the door unlocked because High Schoolers were assholes and they would just find a way to get inside anyway.
After a kinda intense game of ping pong with John, with me coming out the victor by a seven-point lead, we started to fill up red solo cups with some beer and arranged them in the beer pong formation. We started to hear some footsteps upstairs so we headed up there and there were some high school students starting to come into the house.
After some more time was spent with a bit of drinking and a bit of hollering at each other like drunken idiots, she walked in. Her skin was slightly tanned like a perfectly roasted marshmallow over an open flame. I just had to get with her.
I walked up to her with an extra cup filled with beer, "Here you go! Snacks are scattered about, good luck finding them, pong in the basement, skinny dipping outside and bedrooms upstairs for anything that your mind wants." She took the beer acceptingly and walked downstairs for pong.
I followed downstairs and watched her from afar. She wasn't good at beer pong because of every shot that she took, she missed, while the other team was making all of their shots. I knew that she could throw better because she is on the softball team at school. She must've been purposefully missing every single shot meaning that she would get drunk faster. This would be my one and only chance. I continued watching from afar to see how drunk she was, so I could pounce on her when the time was right.