It's a Party (And I'll Cry if I Want to)

|| Alex’s Outfit ||

Is this how college kids partied here? Hm. It wasn’t what Liam made it sound like it was going to be. Or how the movies portrayed them. This was kind of… lame. Alex looked around her. There was a table with store brand chips and dip with a couple of two liters of soda. Alex wasn’t one to seek alcohol, but at these kinds of parties, wasn’t that to be expected? Wasn’t that what drew people to these things? There was another table with even more drink selections. Jesus. The host better have more than one bathroom.

It would have been helpful, though – a solo cup filled with liquor. It would take the edge off. Especially since Alex didn’t know a single soul at this damn thing. How did she end up here again? Oh yeah, that one girl in one of her Gen Ed English courses invited her. But… she was nowhere to be found!

”Some invite, Cordelia. This party blows. The music isn’t even good.” Alex muttered into her cup, staring at her reflection in the Dr. Pepper. She glanced at the crowd of party animals (amateurs) in the living room. They were grinding on each other like it was 2008 all over again. Alex grimaced and walked away from the room. This was too much. Laughter and idle chitchat echoed against the walls of the house. The kitchen reeked of cigarettes and weed. Some bozo probably found the host’s secret stash and decided to roll up.

Alex rolled her eyes. ”Screw this, maybe Cordelia went outside.”

With that, she shoved past the high-as-kites burnouts that were sitting against the walls of the kitchen and finally reached the door that led to the backyard. Sweet escape. The air tasted good and circulated through her lungs. Alex sighed with relief. But something was off here. Where…where the hell was everybody? Alex whirled around. What the fu- THEY WERE ALL INSIDE?

”You have GOT to be kidding me.” she huffed. But, as soon as the words left her mouth, she heard a splash coming from the pool next to her. Huh? Alex turned her gaze to see a rather distraught looking guy, who looked to be having as much as fun as her. A sympathetic, amused grin spread across her face. Must’ve choked on the smoke and hated the music, too.

Alex walked over to the edge of the pool, picking up the floating root beer bottle from the water. She laughed softly.

”You know, normally I’d bitch at you for littering, but with how lame this party is, I’ll make an exception. This is the most I’ve moved all evening.” she said, walking over to the stranger. ”I’m Alex. I usually can be found at better parties than this.”