Wednesday Night Drinkball [March 2010]

Spring break... big deal? no, of course not. Jayden sat in his room, alone with his little cat dioscuri. was he going to do anything different or exciting this week? no. was he invited to any fun parties and crazy adventures? no. does everyone hate jayden? maybe... so does jayden hate himself? probably. does everyone hate jayden cause jayden hates himself?

Well anyway...

MONDAY

Jayden was sitting on his bed, facing the wall with a paint brush, painting the wing of a hawk exploding out of his bed, as if his bed had wings and he could just take off somewhere far away and never have to worry again. he let his dark hair fall into his eyes, it set the mood for him as well as his black wifebeater and black skinny jeans. Dio slept on the end of the bed, calmly flicking his tail back and forth as Jayden spent his time trying to avoid thinking of spring break

Suddenly his door burst open, Jayden whipped around to squint his eyes at the light that filtered into his room. Before him stood his brother, decked out with a pink V-neck, and cream american eagle shorts. Jayden just sneered for a moment. "Hey bro, sorry to let the light into your lair but I just wanted to let you know I'm headed out with a few buddies for a couple of days... just let mom and dad know for me please?" Jayden blinked for a moment, his amber eye and silver eye gazing into Victor's perfect blue eyes that seemed to pierce right into Jayden's soul. As if Victor could understand why Jayden hurt, Victor was almost the whole reason. his stupid sarcastic tone 'sorry to let the light into your lair'. If Jayden could he would punch Victor right in the face right now.

"Yeah, I'll let them know"

"ThaaAAAaaaanks" Victor said mockingly closing the door. Jayden listened for the front door to open and then close again. Jayden grit his teeth, taking a deep breath. He picked up his paint brush and began violently stabbing the wall.

Tuesday!

Jayden sat alone in his room, Dio was outside somewhere. Jayden had spent all of yesterday clear coating his walls beige again. he decided he was gonna make his room into an art project and he wanted to start with a blank canvas. he was now outlining with a pencil a sandy beach, whose waves would wash just up to the foor of the bed, right around his electric piano. sitting, drawing, calming.

OH SNAP ITS WEDNESDAY!

Jayden sat in his room still, his forearm a little sore, but he had now completed the beach scene that was the wall supporting his bed and his Piano. what work that had been. Jayden decided to take a little break, he went outside of his room and...

Victor was sitting at the coffee table in the living room, talking to someone on the phone.

"Yeah... yeah, seven, its gonna be awesome bro, see you there"

Victor hung up the phone and looked at his brother.

"Whats at seven?" Jayden asked calmly, his face a stern expression. "Lighten up, I'm just throwing a little, good ol' fashion St. paddy's party" Victor said with a delightful chuckle.

Jayden closed his eyes, wishing the world away, when suddenly he was brought to by a sharp pinch in his arm. "Ow... what the hell Victor?" Jayden snapped. his brother was the only one who could make him angry like that.

"Lighten up, that was just cause you're not wearing green" Victor said with a little chuckle. Jayden then noticed Victor wasn't wearing green, and pinched him back, right in the arm. Victor just turned and smiled, giving his usual smile, and then punched Jayden right in the arm. Jayden grabbed his arm in pain, opening his mouth but Victor cut him off, pulling out green underwear from under his shorts. "You can't pinch people who are wearing green... you'll get punched" Victor said with a short laugh and walked off.

Seven came all too soon.

Loud music, and far too many people. Jayden couldn't hear himself think as he locked himself in his little room, trying to hide and protect himself from everyone. he had now put on a green shirt underneath his black button down at least to avoid pinching, but now he sat, holding dio in his lap, in the corner of his bed, knowing he wouldn't sleep tonight. in the next room over he could swear he heard his brother having his way with some girl. Jayden couldn't stand it, he needed to get out.

opening his door Jayden thrust himself into the mass of people, dancing and rubbing against each other. Jayden was confused, tall as he was it was easy to get stuck with so many people around. Jayden kept pushing, the front door was only so far away when suddenly he felt himself being lifted off the floor. several people had begun floating him over the crowd to the beat of the loud music. Jayden panicked for a moment "Put me down!" he yelled, though he couldn't be heard over the music. his little kitten was tucked in his arms. he was put down in front of a table playing drinking games.

"Dude, new contender!" A boy said, looking upon the emo haired boy with a big smile. Jayden grimaced these people where all so fake...

"Does that kid have a cat?" one of the girls asked.

"Yeah... so what?" Jayden asked defensively.

"We should make the cat drink!" the kid yelled. Jayden's eyes widened, he dropped dioscuri to let the little kitten run away. Jayden trusted Dio to be safe. the kids at the table stared at him. "Alright you gotta drink for that" the boy said, pushing a cup toward Jayden. "I don't really..." Jayden began, but then thought, wasn't this the kind of chance he'd always wanted? to prove he could be fun, and have friends as long as Victor hadn't ruined it for him first. suddenly the boy smirked, downing the green beer in a speed that even surprised himself. some things must run in the family. everyone seemed fairly excited for him. and so Jayden stayed at this table, learning peoples names, and growing steadily more drunk until eventually he was just a big tall rag doll that could hardly even stand up straight.

"So then... Victor said... Victor said... Well, just call me the plumber" Jayden said drunkenly, a little laugh coming after. the story hadn't been that funny, but everyone laughed. suddenly a loud siren called outside the house. "Oh shi- the Five-O, everyone get out!" Seth exclaimed and everyone bolted in every direction, the house got much less crowded very quickly. Jayden looked around... that had been fun. He tried to stand up and collapsed back into the sofa.

A policeman walked up to him. "How old are you boy?" he asked shining the light in jayden's face.

"Uhhh"

"Yeah... thats what I thought"

and at that point Jayden blacked out.

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Some day after wednesday

Jayden awoke to his mothers face. "you're okay... thank god" she said, reaching down and stroking her hand through his hair. he wanted her to leave him alone, he wasn't a little kid. "What happened?" he asked.

"We came home right after the police, and you know how persuasive your father is..." she hinted with a knowing smile. Jayden just sneered, he hated his father almost more than Victor.

"Anyway, I'm just glad you're okay... but you are grounded for the next week" she said. Jayden just nodded and watched as she got up and left. "you baby that boy too much" He could hear his father say. Jayden looked around his room and realized a silver lining had come from this. during all the partying some of the kids had come into his room and painted murals on every wall. at First Jayden was furious, but he realized something... no one would have done that if they didn't care... he had friends... in one way or another, he had friends in the names that had been written on his walls... and that pair of boobmarks that was there. he smiled to himself... maybe this whole thing wasn't so bad after all.

Victor stood in his doorway, a curious look of both happiness and disgust on his face. he then walked away, sometimes it was best just to be silent

Oh yes! Tonight was one of Kale's favorite holidays! He wasn't Irish or anything like that, but that didn't mean he couldn't have his fair share of drink and throw up like everyone else. The brown-eyed seventeen year old didn't exactly have any friends to share this said holiday with. That didn't mean he was going to sit around at home and drink the night away. No, instead Kale decided he was going to go out and have as much fun getting wasted as possible. Who knows, maybe he'd even get laid because of it!

Kale had chosen a local bar, one not too far from his uncle's place. It wasn't exactly the most uppity drinking place to go to, but that kind of thing never mattered to Kale. Alcohol was alcohol no matter where you went, and he had heard that this particular place was having an all night drinking party. That sounded perfect to Kale because he was looking to get shitfaced. So shitfaced that he couldn't walk straight for a week. Of course, that would only be the case if he could actually get in.

At least Kale knew he wasn't going to have to worry about school for a bit either, seeing as it was March break. That meant that he could sleep in tomorrow too, which was even better. He was actually in a good mood for once, he just hoped that it would stay that way. With a simple 'see ya later' said to his uncle, Kale would set out on his adventure, his goal to find some intoxicating hard liquor. Sure he'd have his fair share of beer, but it was better to start out with the hard stuff first.

Soon enough this seventeen year old would reach 'The Drink Hole', an old bar that his uncle had mentioned to him shortly after his arrival here in California. Normally he probably would have invited his uncle along to have some fun, but he knew the man needed to work in the morning. Instead Kale spend his time on the walk hoping that his uncle's friend Bruno was watching the door, otherwise there was the possibility that he would end up getting ID'd. It would only take the junior around ten minutes to reach the place, and those brown hues would catch a glimpse at the line.

"Uuughh.. Please be there Bruno.. Don't ruin my damn night!"

Instead of doing the normal thing like most people did, and walking to the back of the line, Kale decided to take it upon himself and move directly to the door. He would catch the bitching from people that had been waiting in line forever, but that didn't bother him one bit. Especially when he caught sight of Bruno standing in front of the door. For the first time in a while a small smile would break upon Kale's face and he'd call out as he approached.

"Bruuuno! My maaan! Having a great night so far!?"

Kaale! Hell yea, bro. I've already gotten like four different numbers from some of these chicks!

"That's what I'm talkin' about! ..So are you gonna make me wait out here in this line like the rest of these assholes?"

Naw man, why would I do such a thing? I won't even charge you the entrance fee.

Kale would give a small laugh and turn toward the crowd of agitated, sober people mouthing 'haha, fuck you' before he'd receive a large black X upon his right hand. With a nice hard pat to Bruno's shoulder, and a thank you, Kale would soon find himself inside the bar. The music was blaring, and Kale definitely enjoyed nights when Bruno was working because the guy always made sure that there were more females in the bar then males. Those brown orbs would glance about at the sights as he moved to the bar and began to order up shots.

"Two shots of Tequila.. Three shots of whiskey.. Gimme a shot of goldschlager too.. One more shot of rum... And give me like three of your special green Saint Patricks beers too.."

Kale was pretty good when it came to holding his alcohol. It definitely helped to be as big as he was, because it took so much more to get him drunk. Of course it was also a lot more expensive as well. Fortunately for him his uncle had a tab and he had been told he could use it should he ever sneak his ass into this bar. Soon enough all that he ordered was placed in front of him on a small circular platter. Immediately he'd grab his first shot of Tequila and down it, screwing up his face slightly before he grabbed the next and emptied it right after.

------------- Fast Forward -------------

Kale was having a hard time walking straight, just as he had originally planned. After the tequila he had downed the goldschlager, followed by the rum, whiskey and then the epic green beer. He couldn't even remember exactly what the hell had happened when he was in there. Kale probably wouldn't remember it tomorrow either. He was trashed and it seemed as if it had taken him an hour to get home, probably because he had accidentally walked around the block a few times before he realized he had passed his uncles apartment three times over.

And unfortunately for him he wouldn't even make it up the steps. Instead he'd slip and slam his head against the stairs before sliding down to the bottom. He attempted to get up.. And failed hardcore. After a few more attempts he gave up completely and passed out right there. It would have been an epic night of stories.. If only Kale would remember them..

Holy shit, this school is boring....thank god for March break and St.WhateverItsCalled Day....

Cameron was a new student back in America and had only been here for a couple of weeks. He hated school. It sucked. He didn't care about any of the subjects that he was being made to sit through. All that sitting around, staring at some stupid textbook with pictures, the teachers droning on and on about stupid things, for hours....it was worse than anything he'd ever had to put up with before being sent here. It was a joke. I ought to sue the school for unlawful torture....that's against my Miranda rights or whatever...

So he spent most of his free days wandering and dithying about. Lately, he was desperately trying to find a place with roomies he could share with, because he hated the place he had now---when he wasn't in school, he had to work for a total asshole at a garbage place carrying peoples' crap around for minimum wage. It was that or go back to the foster home, and that little dump had gotten old even faster.

Luckily on St. Peter(?)'s Day, people seemed inclined to throw parties and have a good time. Though Cameron was a loner and didn't know anybody, he was all for having a good time. So he went to the nearest rich kid's house and sauntered up to the door, past all the preppy kids milling about and blathering on their fancy zunes and blackberries, giggling about their stupid ex's and other melodrama.

"Yo dude, you weren't invited. I think you have the wrong house," a big, burly-looking jock type said to Cameron as he blocked the delinquent's path to beer and hot chicks. This simply wouldn't do at all.

Cameron tried to step around him, but the idiot just got in front of him again, pushing him back. "Get out of here, man. Get--OOF."
The loser scrunched together and gasped in raw agony as Cameron slammed his knee into the jock's balls. His buddy ran over and tried to throw a swing at Cameron, but he easily ducked under the clumsy punch and planted his own fist right into the guy's stomach. The guy doubled over just low enough for Cameron to bring his leg up and kick him in the side of the head, sending him sprawling onto the lawn.

Several onlookers gasped. Some of the drunker party guests just laughed at the apparent display of kung-fu. A few applauded (looked like the nerds whose girlfriends had been stolen by the jocks), others started recording him on their phones.

"Like, oh my god, you totally laid out my boyfriend, you little shit!" a blonde haired scene-looking girl said off to the side. Cameron put his fist to his list and rolled his tongue against the side of his mouth at her--a funny little obscene gesture he'd picked up at school. The girl got all overly-flustered and said more impolite things, but by then Cameron was already making his way into the house.

After a bit of wandering around with his hands in his pocket, Cameron immediately found his way over to where drinks were being catered. How did these people have the money for all of this...Not that he cared. He went up to the counter. "Could I have a beer?"

"You look a little young to be drinking, man. Are you sure you're supposed to be here?" the bored-looking hired help lady said.

Cameron wasn't exactly Mr. Charisma by any stretch of the imagination, but he knew what to say under these kinds of circumstances. "Yeah, yeah. Everybody knows me here. Just ask someone." His eyes narrowed in puzzlement. "What's that green stuff?"

"Oh, that's the Irish mix. It's got a bit of Vodka, Monster, Tacate, Abbot, Ale Mary, and other crazy stuff in it," the woman said loudly over all the noise. "Probably will knock you on your ass. Half of the guests here are already sleeping it off. You wanna try it, anyway?"

"Sure," Cameron said brightly. It sounded awesome.

The staff chick poured him some, and he practically inhaled it. She wasn't joking when she said it was heavy drinking. He already felt a bit wobbly from his first drink. It didn't stop him from having a second, though. Or a third. Or maybe even a fourth.

Ah yes, the miracles of intoxication. It could turn even the biggest tight-wad into a social butterfly. One moment he was actually trying to dance, the next he was laughing way too loudly and suddenly best friends with everyone. He kept on coming back for more of the green beer, posing for stupid pictures, trying his hand at beer pong. He hadn't had this much fun since....since....he couldn't even think back that straight.

He was relieving himself in the bushes next to the pool when a girl came staggering up to him. She had dyed pink hair and a pretty freckled-face (or maybe she just looked pretty to him), as well as a mouthful of braces. She had a sort of hippy-vibe about her.

"Pretty fun party, huh?"

"Huh?" Cameron turned around and accidentally sprayed her a little. "Oh, sorry. Hang on a sec." He struggled with his pants for a moment. "What did you say?"

"Hey....you just, like....totally pissed on me. And it was like, it totally looked like a rainbow souring over our lives...but not all colorful, but like all....green and dark." She ranted on a bit, not particularly talking to him.

"What?"

Then out of nowhere, people started freaking out inside the house. Despite his current state, Cameron could make out the sounds of people saying "Oh shit, the parents are coming back!" People started getting out every way they could, climbing over the fence, hiding places, staggering out of the door; though many had to be carried out by their friends as they were too smashed to walk.

"Aw crap....I guess we gotta go, right?" Cameron asked confusedly. He wasn't quite sure what the problem was, but he knew better than to question the current situation. The stoner girl seemed to be unaware of the current danger.

"Parents? God, I totally hate my parents....my dad's all religious and stuff....and like, religion doesn't do anything except surpress your mind.... like a hunk of cheese..."

Cameron grabbed her by the wrist and led her out. He didn't really know where he was going or what he was doing, but he wasn't going to get busted.

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The next day.....

Ugh.....where am I? Cameron's eyes opened slowly but surely. He tried to raise his head before it started throbbing violently. He lied back down again, raising a hand to his forehead. He looked over to his right. The girl from last night was there, sleeping next to him on the grass, wearing only her bra and bikini. Wait, grass? Where are we? How did I....

Cameron forced himself up onto his elbows to take stock of the situation. A park. They were in the middle of the local park, in a big grassy meadow. The stoner chick's clothes were a few feet away. And he felt hungover.

"Hey, there you are!"

Cameron groaned painfully, picking himself up a little unsteadily. His stomach felt like it was made of mud. He turned to face the angry looking skater guy in a beanie and ripped jeans marching toward him.

"That's my girlfriend you're sleeping with!"

Cameron tried to think of a witty comeback, but his brain was all too much mush.

The skater-looking guy tried to hit him, but luckily skater kids usually can't fight so great. His arms flailed uselessly at Cameron, who even in his current state, was still able to more or less dodge all of the attacks. Not able to think of anything else, Cameron threw himself forward and headbutted the guy in the ribs. The momentum of the attack drove him forward, and he collapsed on top of him.

The skater kid hit his head a bit hard on the grass (pansy), so he was knocked out. Cameron tried to pick himself up off the guy, but all the movement made him really sick. Instead, he ended up vomiting all over the guy's shirt. Good thing he was knocked out.

"Dude," the stoner girl said, having just woken up and now droning on with some new nonsense. "You like, totally knocked my bf the fek out....it was like that episode of star-trek....where Kirk fought that big lizard dude....except, like, you're Kirk, and he was like....a really angry black butterfly..."

Cameron ignored her and trotted off slowly. He needed to find someplace to throw up.

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