letters or lovers: decisions

chapter seven

Back in the action of the party Trizzie started pacing. Now everyone in her view was drunk and crazy. A bunch of guys were swaying around singing 'for he's a jolly good fellow' to a bottle of beer, and three girls were going around swearing and blowing raspberries at random party guests. Trizzie eventually found Mia flirting with a guy that had big round sunglasses, a shirt that only tourists going to Hawaii would wear and beige shorts. His hair was a mass of light brown curls and his skin was rather pale. Mia and the guy exchanged phone numbers and Mia waddled over. "Oooooooooohh hewo Twizzie lost ya' boyfwend 'ave ya'?"

"Good gracious! Look at yourself your a wreck! And Ethan is not my boyfriend. Are me and Ethan literally the last ones sober?!" Trizzie asked.

"Yep!" Mia replied, "Even head of creepy town is drunk!" Mia gestured to Embersatana who had pulled a knife out of the kitchen draw and was playing with it's blade. She was psychotic and deranged alright and she was definitely drunk. One by one the girls who were blowing raspberries passed out from all the drinking soon everybody else did. And after a while there was a sea of passed out, drunk bodies. Suddenly Trizzie had an idea, she picked up her phone and called Ethan.

"Ethan! Wait 'till she drops!"

"Wha-?"

"She's extremely drunk! So just wait 'till she passes out from all the alcohol!"

"Ooooooh! I get it know!"

"Yeah! See! Bye." Trizzie hung up and searched for Anne's room. When she got there Ethan had just hurried out of the room and was closing the door.

"Note to self: never have anything to do with Anne" he said as Trizzie approached him. Ethan grasped Trizzie's hand and said, "Thank you for helping me get out of that sticky situation." There was a look in his eyes that Trizzie had never seen before. Then he said it.