Lost
Joe
Warning: Drug Themes, Alcoholism, some Sexual Content
Part 1 of 5
He needed this, he thought to himself as he looked at the house. Neon lights peering through the surreal darkness that had surrounded him. Another week down, another party.
Opening the door swiftly and putting his trademark sunglasses in the V of his polo, he walked towards the door. Quickly straightening up, standing tall and putting on his falsified but tempting smirk, he opened the door and walked into this week's party.
The smoke hit his lungs hard, he'd never really liked it, and second hand was definitely not his thing. He adjusted and moved further into the party, looking for his click of friends, and dodging people who he didn't know, but somehow knew him.
An assortment of hard liquor and marijuana, lay on a table, it's inhabitants drunk out of their minds, some to far gone to be of use to anyone for the rest of the night. He swore he could smell a mix of urine and vomit, from his fellow 'upperclassmen'.
Two of them were standing off to the side speaking low enough so that a passerby would not hear them, but loud enough as to be heard over the music. He closed and began to pick up on the conversation.
"35 bucks man, Sleep with the DJ, if you can." The first said, his hand had a glass filled with the clear liquid, that stank of vodka.
The second looked cockily, and began to walk forward towards her booth.
He sighed, she looked pretty good he might have worried that his friend would pick her up, if not for the fact he was a moron, which was probably why he was given the challenge, a quick laugh.
'she would do for this night' he thought to himself.
Turning towards the first, he looked at his friend, and said the usual, hey, and exchanged the regular drabble. Turning towards the makeshift bar he saw, that for once, his beer was there.
He turned quickly, back to his second friend, just as he was being turned down. He moved swiftly, grabbed two beers and headed towards the booth. Passing his now gloomy friend, he spoke some wisdom, if it could be called that.
"Always bring the DJ a beer."
She looked up at him as he brought the beer down in front of her.
"I'm working" she said, "Besides I don't know you, that could be drugged."
"I don't need to drug a girl to get laid, and I'm hurt you would think so low of me." He responded adding a smirk and cocking his head back.
"Since I don't know you, you shouldn't find offence." She responded.
He eyed her warily, she was quick.
"Well your name, so we can become further acquainted."
"It's Shana, and do you always talk like that?"
"Like what?" he was dumbfounded, but not letting it show, and keeping the cocky tone.
"Like an Ass, Like you know everything?" she said looking up at him, her eyes softened a bit, and she took the beer from his loose hand.
"Well, since everyone here is already wasted out of their mind, put on a mix and let's...talk, we'll see if I'm an ass or if I know everything" he said pausing between the two words.
"Ha, I'm not going to Fuck you" she stopped looked at him again and finished the sentence, "At least not the first night we've met"
"Now I get to laugh. Such a naughty mind, I really did only want to talk." He began to turn away, and she grabbed his arm.
'Hook, Line and Sinker' he thought to himself, turning back he smiled, innocently this time, every expression counted, he knew this.
They walked off, the two friends pulled the 35 dollars out of their wallets and into their pockets to seperate it.
The Party was a normal showing of debauchary, kids with nothing better to do, then have sex and kill brain cells by drinking and drugs. All were lost, lives of privilage, had left them wanting, but what they didn't know. They were in one word, Lost. Some would stay that way till the day they died.
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