Confrontation We made our way into the house, constantly stopping so Sam could say hi to what seemed like 1200 people. Just the walk from the car to the house was an ordeal that took about 20 minutes.
When we were finally in the house we were immediately greeted by a tall lanky kid with black skragly hair, who looked like he had just woken up from about 4 days of solid sleep. I envied him. I hadn't slept more than 3 hours in 2 months.
"David, this is Jason. This is his place and his party"
"Hi." I said as I got a surprisely firm handshake from such a scrawny kid.
"Well, there's a keg in the back, you guys can help yourselves."
"Thanks, but I brought my own" I said as I opened up my bag to show the fifth of Jack I had brought along. "I brought my own. Got any coke?"
"Cool, man. Got some in the fridge. Help yourself."
"Thanks."
Sam and I walked into the kitchen to get ourselves some drinks. He fixed a Screwdriver, his favorite drink. I could never understand how people could drink vodka like that. Nonetheless, the kid took the shit down like water.
"I'm gonna go socialize. You should try doing the same" , Sam said.
"Yeah, just might do that."
Of course, instead of socializing I headed straight for the nearest corner w/ my drink and started watching the masses of people. I've always loved watching people, seeing how they act in various situations. Hence, my being a psychology major.
I was attempting to keep to myself, watching others, occasionally jotting down something in my notebook. I ran out of my drink so I went back to the fridge for more coke. Unfortunately, there was about 2 drops left in the bottle.
"Fuck. Looks like I'll be drinking it straight tonight."
I headed back to my corner and proceeded to sit and watch. I kept fending off conversations with people that were trying to get me to come out of my shell. I just kept telling them I was too shy but eventually I'd be drunk and I'll catch up w/ them later. That usually ended up doing the job. I wasn't trying to be antisocial. I'm just really shy and uncomfortable around people I don't know.
Sam came walking up, presumably to check up on me. Sam was always good for that. He never left me hanging for too long. He knew how I was and always attempted to be considerate of me. That's one thing that always made me respect him.
"So I see you're being your usual social self."
"You know me, Mr. Life of the Party."
"Heh. Yeah, and don't forget Mr. Sardonic. Can I get a shot of that?"
"Sure."
I handed him the bottle. He was tipping it back when we both looked over at the front door opening.
Sam was almost speechless. Almost.
"Damn! Who is that?"
Every guy in the room turned their heads and gawked at the gorgeous blonde that was making her way into the party. Meanwhile, my jaw dropped.
"Fuck." I damn near yelled it but managed to keep it under my breath.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"That's Ashley."


That's it for now