I'd never been unlucky enough to be around drunk people all that much before. To be perfectly honest, I'd never thought much about the potential experience, either, but Jesus H. Magical Tapdancing Pony Christ, I wish I had. Insufferable gaggle of giggling unbalanced perverts, and that's the boys. I guess all those months in front of the computer reading stories about people getting drunk off their asses didn't actually tell me jack shit about how to deal with actual people getting drunk off their asses. I definitely should have guessed I'd be around this, at the very least. I mean, I decided to go to a college dance. A school-sanctioned one, but fuck, like people are going to stay sober for the two hours they actually stay.
I wasn't old enough to drink yet, not that that was stopping the rest of the dorm from taking pulls right out of the bottle. A couple of dudes had set up a bar-esque thing behind a couple of bushes across the way, and with the overwhelming stench of bodies, paint, a