TheGrind
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James, just out of college and looking to start a life still bore a few wild oats that sorely needed sewing. After hearing about the party filled with college bound kids or those nearly ready to strike out on their own, James’ fate had been decided. It’d be one last night. A personal farewell party for himself, for the past to celebrate all the other drunken nights that had preceded this one.
Left to his own devices he showed up at the party just past nine, trusting that the night would stretch on well into the morning. Welcomed into the home after a hard knock on the door he was able to break through the resounding reverberations of the music until a young girl opened the door with him with a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. If this were a sign of things to come…
James peeled his jacket from his body, sure that the heat of the night would keep him warm and headed up the stairs of the semi-familiar party home. The first bedroom on the right was full of coats that no doubt by morning would come into contact with at least two unfamiliar naked bodies within the night. It was the cost of admission.
Through with the room he headed downstairs where the bulk of the people gathered, the music loud, the television on and couples dancing, grinding close together. A quick look outside he saw an underground pool with a few people brave enough to battle the cooled temperatures. He shook his head and grabbed a bottle of Jim Beam, pouring it halfway full into a large glass. It’d be enough to set him up for the night.
A few quick shots and the hard liquid went down. Those first drinks were always the roughest but they’d pave the way, smoothing the throat for more to come. After twenty minutes the glass had been drained and he set it aside, grabbing a beer. As he shut the refrigerator door and stood upright he saw a familiar face.
After popping the top, letting its cap fall to the floor James grinned and walked toward the girl, “How you doing, sis?”
Left to his own devices he showed up at the party just past nine, trusting that the night would stretch on well into the morning. Welcomed into the home after a hard knock on the door he was able to break through the resounding reverberations of the music until a young girl opened the door with him with a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. If this were a sign of things to come…
James peeled his jacket from his body, sure that the heat of the night would keep him warm and headed up the stairs of the semi-familiar party home. The first bedroom on the right was full of coats that no doubt by morning would come into contact with at least two unfamiliar naked bodies within the night. It was the cost of admission.
Through with the room he headed downstairs where the bulk of the people gathered, the music loud, the television on and couples dancing, grinding close together. A quick look outside he saw an underground pool with a few people brave enough to battle the cooled temperatures. He shook his head and grabbed a bottle of Jim Beam, pouring it halfway full into a large glass. It’d be enough to set him up for the night.
A few quick shots and the hard liquid went down. Those first drinks were always the roughest but they’d pave the way, smoothing the throat for more to come. After twenty minutes the glass had been drained and he set it aside, grabbing a beer. As he shut the refrigerator door and stood upright he saw a familiar face.
After popping the top, letting its cap fall to the floor James grinned and walked toward the girl, “How you doing, sis?”
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