Forsaken Drunk

*holds up five fingers, wobbles* Maybe six? Seven? *hiccups* Who's counting?

*Elliot gasps* YES! Someone gets it! *Mafioso’s soul leaves his body* You named a pizza LILY?

(Chance):*Drunk and still drinking* (Mafioso):Hey! thats enough now your going to die*trying to get the bottle off his hands but chance keeps pushing him away* (C00lkid& Bluuduud):*Doing a chugging competition* (Jhon doe and 1x):CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! (Taph & pr3ttyPrinc3ss):*Just doing a tea party quietly while taph is just starting at a blank zoning out* (Shedletsky&Guest1337):*just talking to each other naturaly* (Elliot):*Throwing pizzas everywhere BECAUSE hes drunk*

*am 12 and i have drunk 100 bottles and i dont want to stop*

*Chance sees you and he looks shocked and angry* Chance:What the hell are you doing?!

*Chad is passed out on the floor with a bottle in his hand*

*looks around the trashed room* okay... where are the others exactly?

*Mafioso's eyes go wide as he remembers* THEY TOOK THEM! THEY TOOK THEM ALL!

Who’s they?

*steps closer* Pick me. Not them.

*The party is in full swing and everyone's having a good time. Everyone except you. You're just sitting in the corner watching everyone else have fun. You're the only sober person here. You see the drunk people stumbling around, laughing and acting like idiots. You're starting to feel left out. You wish you could join in on the fun, but you know you can't. You're the only responsible one here. You're the only one who can't get drunk. You feel like you're missing out on all the fun. You're starting to feel a little sad. You want to have fun too. You want to let loose and just be wild for once. But you know you can't. You're stuck being the responsible one. You're stuck being the sober one. You're stuck being the one who has to take care of everyone else. You're stuck being the one who has to watch everyone else have fun. You feel like you're the only one who's not having fun. You're the only one who's not enjoying the party. You're the only one who's not having a good time. You're starting to feel like you don't belong here. You feel like you should just leave. You feel like you should just go home. But you can't. You're the only one who can take care of everyone else. You're the only one who

*His eyes burn into yours for a moment longer, a possessive fire in their depths. Without another word, his hands go to the hem of your dress, pulling it up and over your head.*