Page 26 of My Revenant
Jonah - Past
OKAY, RABBIT.
“How the fuck did I let you talk me into this?” I complained, uncaring of who was listening, as Becca dragged me through a crowd of way too many people.
“Oh, shut up, JJ! It’s a fucking party. Have something to drink and try to have some fun, would you?” she shot back, pulling me between the bodies.
It was a big house, even bigger than Richard’s, yet somehow there was hardly any space with all the people here. I recognized some of them from school, but I didn’t talk to them there, and I had no plans to talk to them here.
Bee had tried—and failed—to get me to wear a costume tonight. It wasn’t Halloween and we weren’t children, so a costume party was stupid. Still, she did look cute.
She was a Playboy bunny or something? With a glossy white spandex-looking leotard she’d made me help her get into cut high over her hips, pink fishnet tights, and thigh-high white boots that brought her from six foot three up to six foot nine. Taller if you included the white-and-pink bunny ears on top of her head. So yeah, it wasunlikelyI’d lose track of her tonight when she stood above the crowd with her neon hair like a sexy lighthouse to navigate my way through this drunken storm.
While Beehadn’tconvinced me to dress in costume, shehadconvinced me to wear something other than one of my hoodies. Instead, I wore one of her dark denim jackets over a knock-offdesigner black T-shirt and some ripped skinny jeans that I was surprised fit me. Her shoes were too big for me, much to her dismay, so I stuck with my checkered Vans. She’d also put some sort of product in my hair that smelled good, but I couldn’t remember what it was supposed to have done.
I didn’t care how I looked, but I’d let her style me since she was so excited about it.
“Want a drink?” Becca asked.
“Sure.”
She cheered before letting go of my hand to get us some alcohol.
Being around my dad made me wary of ever touching the stuff, and before, my strict diet and schedule had never allowed for binge drinking, so I hadn’t actually ever been drunk before. I wasn’t planning on getting drunk now, but maybe one or two would help me relax.
Bee returned with two red cups and handed one to me.
“What’s in it?” I called over the music as she dragged us into the main living room.
“Best not to ask. Just drink it,” she responded, taking a big sip of hers.
As concerning as that was,when in Rome… I took a big gulp before I could think better of it and grimaced. It wasn’t terrible, but it certainly wasn’t good. I believed part of it was pineapple juice, the other part… some form of poison.
“It’s best to drink it quickly,” she called out, lifting her cup again. I followed suit.
I lost track of how many drinks I’d had so far. After I finished the first one, Becca had gotten me a second, and behold! Every cupI’d finished since was magically refilled. Whatever liquid was in the cup tasted better now than it had at the start. I’d even go so far as to say I liked it.
Bee was definitely drunk. She was singing and dancing to every song, even though it was very apparent she didnotknow the words, but she was having fun, and her fun was infectious. I’d never sing in front of people like that, but I enjoyed when she did it.
“I’m gonna go piss,” shewhisperedinto my ear, stumbling slightly.
“Go piss, girl!” I cheered. Why was I cheering again?
“Look after these.” She pulled her bunny ears off and gently nestled the headband into my hair instead. “The band’s too tight. It’s hurting my brain.”
As she stumbled away, I jiggled my head from side to side to watch the ears shake when I looked up at them. I could see what she meant. The headband definitely gave a little pressure, which I guessed was to stop it from falling off, or whatever. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. Becca entrusted me with her ears. I was gonna take care of them.
One song turned into two, and I was suddenly worried about where she had gotten to. My cup was empty again, but I didn’t want to brave whatever social situation was happening in the kitchen alone to get a refill. Becca did that for us.
When the next song ended, I wondered if I should try looking for her. I hadn’t needed the bathroom yet, so I didn’t know where it was, but if I had to go on that quest, then I would.
I walked into the hallway, noticing the way the walls seemed to be a little fuzzy and wobbly.Weird.
I decided the best approach to finding which one of these many doors was the bathroom was to open all of them. So I opened the first door, only to catch an eyeful of someone’s ass as they weredeep inside someone else’s ass, and I very quickly slammed the door shut again.
“Whoops!” I said loudly to no one in particular.
That wasnotthe bathroom.
