Chapter 1.4

"Angel honey, that's your third. I called your fri-"

"I am fi- Fine."

I knew I was drinking too much. It had been a week since his funeral. But I didn't care. I was still on break from school, I could afford to let myself wallow in self pity over the loss of my younger brother. I didn't need some bartender telling me I was too drunk to see the end of my nose! She was too nosey! I wanted to wallow in my self pity! I wanted to be sad and hurt and cry!

"He's here."

"Alright sunshine. Lets go."

"F-fuck off Cam-ron."

"You're still going to go home now Angel."

"No."

"Angel...this is the fifth day in a row...."

"No......"

"Angel....."

"Cameron. She said she ins't going to go."

I set down my glass as his girlfriend stepped up and sighed. She leaned against him a little and sighed. When I say girl friend, I dont mean in the romantic sort. They were more like childhood besties that were very close and could have been if she hadn't have gotten engaged type thing. Anyways. She nudged him a bit again.

"You sure you aren't willing to go home with us Angel?"

"Yup."

"Angel, I wou-"

"You heard the sad depressed drunken Angel."

I glared over his shoulder. "Yup. Bye!"

The jingle of the doorbell had me sigh. I never bothered to remember her name. It was something like Christy or Cathy or Karen. Karen. Good name. She was bossy like a Karen. She was very protective and dominating of Cameron. She never liked me either and I was fine with that. Cameron was a good guy. He helped me with my computer a few times and we took math classes together, as well as a few sciences ones. We share a few next quarter. But Karen was determined to sour our small friendship before she left to go to Twinbrook. She was trying to get him to move too but he didn't want to.

I stuck around had a few games at the ping pong table. I think I won a game. Lost several to other students. Who cares? I had fun. I was actually starting to feel a bit more cheerful. It was turning out to be a more pleasant evening. Classes started next week anyways so I had figured this would be my last depressive spell and why not let it end going into a more positive note. Karen and Cameron could kiss my - anyways. I had fun. And the place was getting livelier.

I don't remember all who came anymore. Who I talked to. What drinks I did and did not have. Who left, who stayed. Where time went. I was in a blur of bliss and alcohol. Now kids, alcohol doesnt solve issues. In fact, it usually makes things worse. And if I had listened to anything my teachers had taught me about drugs and what it does to the human brain, I would have not been where I was at that time, but of course, alcohol inhibits the brain and does funny things.

By funny things, I mean it makes it so you don't have any real reason to stop yourself from doing stupid things. Want to run naked down main street? Well go ahead? Want to stare at a television while it suggests you find your nearest hotty mcsteamy and go for a night woohoo, you go ahead and get your woohoo on. Well I sure found myself flirting hard with someone, and thats when things got a little too hot for even me to handle.

And well, I got my woohoo on. I found myself in a blur of hot happy fun in a bathroom in the bar. Some red, a little dash of blonde and some sexy deep voice, and I was in pure bliss. I remember nothing more than spending time in a hot stuffy stall, against a cold wall, feeling a body against mine. I remember very little more than stumbling out, adjusting my clothes as the door shut behind someone and I fixed my hair. I was so out of character that there was nothing more that could be said other than, hellooooo hotty, who was that, and when can I see you again?

Needless to say, actions. have. consiquenses.