Wager

ALAN’S POV

The party was boring and sloppy, just like it used to be. My posse and I make a wager on who can drink the most at every Saturday party. I drank and drank and wasn't intoxicated, so I guess I'm a heavy drinker because Mason, Ken, and Dicky are all drunk as hell and have begun talking babble to each other. Lizzie was also drunk, but not as much as the others; she stood up and walked away from us. I was irritated with their babble, so I opted to go for a stroll and look for more fascinating things to do.

Like I mentioned before, everyone in college are boring, including lecturers, so I simply went through the crowd, gargling a bit of the bottled vodka I was holding, a soft back pressed mine, it felt so comforting and warm, exactly like the blonde girl from the hallway the other day, so I whirled around to see her face and I saw the most gorgeous living being I had ever seen, I just couldn't take my eyes off her, even after learning she is the hit and run lady, I believe she was startled to see me and we parted ways. I returned my gaze to her, but she hurriedly walked away, not looking back.

"Alan, come play Beer pong with us?" exclaimed one of the swimming squads, dizzy with enthusiasm. I was looking for something entertaining, and beer pong didn't seem all that horrible.

We were divided into 2 groups, but my team beat the other team by 20 points, so we didn't have to drink much, which was sort of a bummer. After at least five drinking games, I became bored.

I headed to the service counter, feeling sloppy but much more conscious than the others. I spotted Lizzie and the blonde drinking, which seemed amusing, so I decided to join them and sat in the center of them.

"You can't drink by yourself; you both need a man to drink with," I said as I poured myself a drink.

The blonde scoffed, "we don't need someone like you to drink with us, so scram," she added as she downed another shot of tequila.

Lizzie appears to be more drunk than the two of us; "I just want to drink my worries away," she muttered, smiling as she gulped more shot of Tequila.

"I have an idea to figure that out," I continued, winking at her, which caused her to roll her eyes at me.

I added with a cheeky grin, "Just dance drinking game."

"Yeah, it's always fuun," Lizzie said, her eyes brightening with alcohol and laughter.

"No, I'm still not interested," she rolled her eyes, "I don't want a drink with someone like you," she said as she turned away.

"See, girls aren't all that much fun," I sneered.

"Really?" she snorted, returning her gaze to mine.

Is that how you see it? That's fine, but I have a condition..."

I froze and burst out laughing, "condition? "All right, what exactly is it?"

"Call off the deal with the P.A thingy, I'm not interested," she said hastily as she breathed in and out. And you appear intimidating, which I don't like at all."

I was astonished and stunned by what I had just heard her say, and I could feel my jaw drop, "intimidating?"

"Yes, you are; in any case, I've already told you my terms; do you accept them?" she asked, squaring her shoulders.

I didn't know what to say; it was difficult for me to comprehend she considers me intimidating. So I assumed she wasn't in her right mind since she was drunk.

"All right, I accept your condition," I said, knowing she wouldn't remember it when she woke up in the morning.

We started with quarter, a drinking game in which you have to toss a coin into a shot and if you are successful, you order a player to drink a shot of Tequila.

Lizzie was terrible at the game because whenever it was her turn to flip a coin, she failed and had to take a shot of tequila, which caused her to pass out because she was completely wasted.

Despite the fact that we were all pretty drunk, the blonde seemed to be a good aimer because she only lost twice and won. Maybe she won me because I wasn't seeing things more clearly.

Mason and the others joined us, and we became bored playing quarters, so we started the dancing drinking game. To be honest, I chose the game as a means of exacting my revenge on the blonde, and I had already made plans for it.

Dicky was an excellent socializer, so he was able to rope in a large number of the partygoers for the dance drinking game.

The rule of the game was simple: we were all to hold a whole opened bottle of whatever drink we wanted, although most students held tequila and vodka, and tunes were played, and when a music started, we all had to dance without spilling the drink, but if even a bit of a student's drink spilled, he had to drink the entire bottle of the drink.

I was so hammered that I couldn't recall the details of the party game.