I wasn't lying to Elsa when I said I would be out talking to a few friends… But that isn't the whole truth either. Last time I hung out with them, I got shitfaced drunk and everyone else was so messed up they couldn't tell which way was up. Truthfully I'm not sure how fucked up tonight will be; I don't know if we're just going to be chilling at someone's dorm or fucking around the neighbourhood like last time. I know it's a shitty thing to do with anybody, I don't even know why I still put up with this bullshit.
"Jack!" I heard Hans call my name the minute I parped the car. I looked over to his usual parking spot; there he was with Pitch and Drago... the guys who invited me to see them tonight.
"Hey." I greeted as I walked up to them. They had a few six packs on them, probably signing that we were staying in tonight... thank god.
"Come on. Goth's waiting for us inside." Hans said as he pretty much led us inside the dorm building.
"Are you two still going at it?" Pitch teased. "You know it's a lost cause man."
"It's just a fuck deal, nothing emotional." He assured us as he took out his keys to unlock the door.
God I hate this dorm. It always reeks of either booze, weed or sweat, the walls are pretty much crumbling apart, and I don’t even want to know what’s happening to the plumbing lately. I got lucky with Hiccup's apartment. I saw his ad for finding a roommate, and I thought 'yeah anything is better than living with these dickheads.'
"Finally you guys made it." Goth's voice chirped once we walked in. Behind her 'Du was laying on the couch, probably high out of his mind.
"We were grabbing a few, don’t worry." Hans tried to comfort her as he started passing around cans of beer. I got one but didn’t open it like everyone else.
"Is there anything going down tonight?" Drago asked.
"Nah, it’s a fucking Sunday, of course there's nothing going on." Pitch reminded everyone.
"It's still the weekend, why don’t we make something go on?" Goth suggested.
"What? A gangbang?" Hans smirked resulting in him getting a beer can to the face. Although I'm not very fond of Goth and I don't really give a shit about her getting around, I have to applaud her for defending herself like that.
"Okay jeez I was just kidding."
"Fuck off." She hissed as she sat down beside the coffee table. "Let's just do some lines or some shit like that."
"I'll go get my stash." Pitch announced as he got up to go to his room. "Who's getting fucked up tonight?" Everyone raised their hands or gave some sort of response except me.
"Okay Jack, what's wrong with you?" Drago interrogated.
"Don’t fucking worry about it." I responded too quickly. "I just don’t feel like being high tonight."
"Fine, but if you’re not gonna do this shit, then you gotta at least drink something stronger." Drago insisted as he took my unopened beer can from me.
"No. I'm driving tonight."
"Relax. If you get smashed then I'll drive you home or some shit." Drago insisted. He didn’t break his gaze from me, adding more pressure to my answer.
"Fine, shit." I sighed. He put the beer on the table and went to the kitchen to get either vodka or whiskey. Pitch came back holding bags full of drugs.
"Who's ready for this?!" He announced. This was going to be a long night...