a mile past the last street light
an empty night full of passing trucks
i don't remember walking this far
but i don't remember where the black eye
or the bottle of whiskey came from either

he must have hit like a *****
whoever he was
because the bottles empty and i still don't feel a thing
just the way i like it

I arrive at the party early and head straight for the kitchen.
I half and half a fruity flavored ***** and cranberry cocktail juice in my red solo cup.

It tastes bad.
I drink fast
It tastes better.
My cup is empty.
Refill.
Hunch punch it is.
****** drinking games
****** music.

I go out on to the patio.
I'm greeted by a circle of hazy expressions
And red eyes.
1 hit
2 hits
3 hits
4.

Jenga truth or dare.
lick the faces of three people
Girl that dared me - one.
Girl with purple hair - two.
Guy with buddy holly glasses - three.

Space Odyssey plays on the stereo.
5
4
3
2

I wake up fully clothed on a makeshift mattress made of couch cushions.
I'm ******* freezing.