I'm just here because I have nothing better to do. And because I'm drinking underage. {Alexandria}

I took another sip from my martini as I frolicked around with some college aged guy. I was drinking underage. Big whoop. Like I cared. We've been talking about what I 'studied' at UCLA. 'I' was some girl who was studying literature at UCLA tonight. It seemed like a reasonalbe cover.

The guy had to leave, so I walked off to grab another drink. Maybe this time I would be Vodka. Or maybe a Kamikaze. I ended up grabbing a vodka.

~It's a club. Not a rave. There's a difference.~

"There goes another outfit." I said under my breath. "No it's fine." I told him. Personally, it mattered, but I doubted that I would want to [insertwordhere] in a club. Especially when I'm underage and I shouldn't be here.

I walked up to the bar, and stood next to a girl. I looked at her, and it clicked in that I knew who she was. "Ella, hey, what are you doing here?" I asked her.

"No, it's fine. Your shirt is soaked too."I pointed out. I wiped my shirt as dry as possible and wrong out the ends. I had an extra outfit at the back of my car anyways. It wasn't like I was going to freak out on him anyways. It was an accident.

I shrugged. "Camp can be a drag sometimes. At least you aren't stuck with the same people." I say. Hey, at least this place had people you've never met. It's better than being stuck in that cabin doing nothing.

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I looked at her with a bit of confusion. I had been there for seventeen years and never got bored with it. It was constant excitement. Maybe that was because it was all I ever knew though. "Really? You think camp is boring? Huh... I've only been bored maybe a handful of times."
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"I get bored easily I guess. What about you? Why are you here?" I asked him curiously.

"You wanna see who can drink the most?" I asked him. It was one of those things you always did on your first time at a bar. or drinking. Just to see how much the person was able to drink before getting drunk.

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We drank, and drank, and drank. Until I finally realized that both of us were drunk. "That was fun." I slurred.

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"I think you win..." I said laughing carelessly. "You are really pretty!" I said not meaning to have said it. It was supposed to stay in my head. So, something knew was learned. I became really careless and actually kind of fun when I was drunk. At least I wasn't an angry or depressed drunk though.

I blushed. "You're Hot." I whispered hin his ear. The whole place seemed like a blob of light to me. Nothing special. I was used to this.. kinda. But if I were to be caught, I - oh whatever. Who cared?

Losing all control over my wasted self, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I pulled away, "S-sorry." I said.