6.1 The Birthday party

Gavin felt uneasy as his car halted to a stop in front of Zazz. He knew Angel only met well by dragging him to the hippest bar in town, but he hated people. Gavin’s antisocial tendencies are exactly the reason she chose his birthday to drag him to the bar. It was the perfect time to at least try to subject him to a normal life.

The moment Gavin stepped off the elevator he could feel everyone’s eyes on him. “Here,” Angel said, shoving a cup into his hands, “this will help.” Gavin tilted his head back and let the liquid slide down his throat. The sharp burn confirmed his suspicions. Gavin usually steered clear of alcohol because from his experience it was pretty disgusting. But this, Gavin thought, swirling a second glass in his hand, this was amazing.

After a few drinks it didn’t take much convincing from Angel to lead him to the dance floor. It was no longer him against the world. The prying eyes of the crowd were no longer only on him. The lights danced around him as Angel swirled around him. She was hard to keep up with, even when sober, now it was impossible. But the pulse of the music in his body gave him hope, and he knew he could keep up.

Happy hour was soon over, but it didn’t matter because the drinks were never ending. Gavin was on a quick crash course to a hangover. Until Angel intervened. “Gavin, thank you,” she said, pulling his glass away from his lips. Gavin thought to whimper a bit, just to get his glass back, but it wouldn’t have mattered because she was already turning away from him. In the end, it didn’t matter because there was enough alcohol coursing though his body.

Angel had finally cornered Gavin before pulling yet another drink from him. It wasn’t her intentions to sober him up before they left, she just wanted him to be able to walk to the taxi, which was waiting outside.

“Ok so here’s what I’m thinking,” Gavin said after giving the idea intensive thought. “Hear me out,” he giggled, motioning with his hands animatedly. “I'm a virgin,” he said pointing to himself. “You're a virgin,” he said pointing at Angel. “We should woohoo,” he said, pointing between the two of them grinning. To Gavin, it made perfect sense. They had been friends for ages. They had grown up together. She was his best friend. Why not?





To Angel, who had just a small amount of liquor less, it didn’t take much convincing. Safe, meaningless woohoo? How much could it affect? “Ok,” she shrugged, “but wait until we get to my place.”

But Gavin felt he had waited long enough, and there was perfectly empty elevator waiting for them.

((This won't end well :D ))