Blog #5: Saturday Night

I was jolted out of bed at 12:30 by a series of calls from Mark.
"Chris wake up! Its our day off, and you know we're going out tonight!"
He sounded excited; an excitement that I did not share.
"Sounds... good," I replied.
"Cmon Chris, don't bum me out, we'll have fun! Ill pick you up around 8. Later!"
Mark and the gang shared this love of going out and drinking that I simply did not understand. I haven't had a drink of alcohol since before the hurricane, I only get by at the bar because of my relentless work ethic and research on drink-making. I rolled out of bed and slipped on my running shoes. After my run, I read until it was time to meet up with Mark.
Mark picked me up at 8:30 and alerted me that we were going to meet up with Leo, Ava and Jerry and then to some party. The details never mattered to me, it was always the same: we go to some loud place and everyone drinks and dances to music we all hate but somehow still gets played, then I end up driving everyone home because nobody else can walk straight, let alone drive.
Tonight we parked in front of a house with music so loud it drowned out our car speakers. As usual, Leo and Jerry are in a rush to get in while Mark and I take our time, closely trailed by Ava. She had not given up on me despite my best effort to show her I didn't like her.
In the party, the gang rushed to the bar and ordered drinks, they offered me one but I politely declined. After everyone had a good couple of drinks, we bolted to the dance floor. Usually I would dance a few songs and then go take a break alone, but tonight Ava insisted that she join me. we walked out of the crowded dance room and found a couch where the music was less head-pounding. Just like at all of these events, I felt on-edge the second I stepped in, and Ava's clinging on to me tonight didn't help any. She drunkenly spilled all of her "secrets" to me while inching closer on the couch. My heartbeat intensified while Ava leaned over to kiss me.
"Stop! I said as I stood up rapidly "Can't you take a hint?"
Ava looked back at me with an expression filled with contempt.
"What's wrong with you!" she screamed and then stormed out.
Those words echoed in my head while I promptly left the party, my heart pounding. I stepped outside to see a clear sky, and saw a star shooting across it. I silently wished I could find out what  really was wrong with me. Why do I feel so different, why can't I just have fun like everyone else?


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  1. UnknownFebruary 14, 2019 at 10:34 AM

    Mark and the gang shared this love of going out and drinking that I simply did not understand.
    How/why did the hurricane stop you from drinking?
    Does your character hate hook ups? Or is it just Ava?
    Maybe go more into your passion on drink making

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