Chapter 22: Boozey Bonfire

                                    

                                          
We could hear people laughing and cheering. 
                          
I smiled as we came to a very small clearing. A big fire roared in the middle and was surrounded by lawn chairs and a few coolers. 
                          
About five people meandered around, drinking, laughing and having fun. 
                          
"Yo, newbies," a guy with long shaggy hair and a thick southern accent said. 
                          
"Uh hello," I said shyly and raised a hand to wave awkwardly, "We just wanted to see who was playing the cool music." 
                          
A girl around my age stood up from her chair and grinned at us, "What's your names?" 
                          
"I'm Eva and this is my boyfriend Logan," I smiled at her politely. I could feel Logan look at me before happily wrapping an arm around my waist. Boyfriend.
                          
"I'm Olivia, that's my brother Gerald, my friends Ella, Trudy, and Danny," Olivia said, introducing each person. 
                          
"Hey y'all." 
                          
"Wassup." 
                          
"Hi." 
                          
I didn't like the way Ella was looking at Logan. Like she could eat him or something, it was just plain weird.
                          
Gerald raised two fingers and took a swig from a beer bottle, wandering back to a chair. 
                          
"Would you like to sit and have a drink? There's always room for a few more," Olivia grinned at us. 
                          
"Uh-" 
                          
"Sure," I grinned, nudging Logan. This could be fun, we couldn't always live in our own bubble. 
                          
Danny opened the cooler next to him and tossed us two beers. I caught mine and twisted the cap off. 
                          
What's Budlight? 
                          
I brought it to my lips and took a drink. Not as bad as the stuff at the club, it was richer, smoother but just as bitter. 
                          
Logan took a drink like he knew exactly what he was doing. We followed Olivia and Logan sat down in a vacant chair. 
                          
I plopped myself in Logan's lap and took a swig of beer. He chuckled quietly and wrapped his arms around my waist. 
                          
"Want a drag?" Trudy, who was sitting next to us, asked, holding out a cigarette looking thing. 
                          
"No thanks," Logan said politely.
                          
"That's most likely weed," he whispered in my ear. My eyes widened a fraction and I suppressed a giggle.
                          
"Dude! This is a banger!" Danny giggled and cranked up the music. 
                          
Pour some sugar on me! In the name of love! Pour your sugar on me! Can't get enough! I'm hot, sticky sweet! From my head (head, head) to my feet!
                          
"AC/DC!" I beamed, happy I knew a modern-ish band. 
                          
"Yeah bitch!" Ella squealed, standing up to dance vigorously. And promiscuously. 
                          
"Get it babe!" Greg hollered, throwing an empty beer bottle into the fire. It exploded and everyone cheered. 
                          
"Ignore them if they seem like too much," Olivia chuckled apologetically. She seemed to be the only relaxed person at this party.
                          
"They're fun," I laughed. 
                          
"They're high," she nodded.