FadingDaisies
One Thousand Club
The speaker's bass boomed against Stephen's ear drums and he briefly wondered why he had been talked into coming when he had his own beer in the dorm. In his hand, a full cup of liquor swishes round and round. His eyes glance from person to person. Some girl had invited him though she was far too busy with some other chicks to notice him now. One corner of his mouth twitched upward into a half smile as he chugged the remaining vodka into his mouth and swallowed. Time for another. He thought and soon began moving in and out of the surrounding strangers. Tossing his cup onto the already overflowing heap of trash, his focus returns to getting another. His sight locks onto a table a couple feet away with people crowding around almost more so than on the dance floor. He eventually made it to the table and grabbed one of the drinks sitting in his reach. When he looks back a familiar face catches his eye. "Clark??"
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