It feels like I’m the only one here that isn’t slightly drunk, my mom left early, I guess it’s because parents aren’t really supposed to get drunk with their kids. I was never particularity into the burning taste of alcohol. I sat this whole time and pretty much watched them all drink out their conscious. It seems that I, the one who should have needed to get drunk (besides Cato) am not interested in losing my conscience like the rest of those idiots.
The party-party part is in 5 minutes and I’m trying to get everyone to leave my house. It’s rather hard. Anyway, the party is at the Training area, throughout the whole building. It’s going to start as soon as the victors go in it, but it won’t start at all if I can’t get Cato out the door.
“C’mon! There’s a whole other party for us!” I try to pull Cato’s hand towards the door, but he refuses to budge.
“Noooooooooooooooooo,” he says hazily, “I wanna stay here, screw other party.”
I roll my eyes, “If you don’t come with me, I’ll, I’ll, knock you out and carry you there bridal-style.”
Apparently, drunk Cato is still embarrassed by a little 15 year-old girl carrying him bridal-style around town, since he immediately stands up from his chair and walks with me to the door. Joce is passed out on the floor, and Shawna is poking her, giggling. Rose is puking in the bathroom, and Rex, I have no idea where he went.
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