Chapter 31

                                    

                                          
"One. Two. Three!" Everest yelled before everyone downed their shots. 
                          
Well, by everyone, I mean but Rubble. His older, parent like friends weren't letting him drink so he went home to work on a project for his construction class.
                          
"Oh man that's nasty!" Chase screwed up his face. Skye laughed at him.
                          
"It's the first of many Chasey!"
                          
"I'm not gonna drink that much tonight." Rocky reminded them.
                          
"Famous last wowds." Zuma laughed, handing a can of cider to the grey haired boy. "I'm suwpwised Skye's dwinking to be honest." Zuma nodded to Skye who had a small bottle of WKD in her hand. The blonde heard them and smirked. 
                          
Everest noticed her expression and the two exchanged a wink. Marshall, who was already slightly tipsy because he was a lightweight, crept up behind Everest and wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Skye shook her head as her friends giggled and danced together. She saw her boyfriend watch her intently. She remembered her plan and smiled again. Chase had said she didn't have the guts to get wasted.
                          
"Oh Chase," she whispered to herself. "I've got guts alright."
                          
A few hours (and many drinks later) most of the group were plastered and would definitely have hangovers the next morning. Everest and Marshall were dancing, Skye was trying to get Chase on his feet, Sweetie was yelling at inanimate objects, Tracker was passed out on a sofa and Rocky and Zuma were in a very heated make out session.
                          
"Come on Chaseyyyyy!" Skye whined. Despite being drunk himself, he could see that the blonde was worse than he was.
                          
No more for me then. He thought.
                          
"Skye no. You're drunk and need to go to bed now." He reasoned, slightly slurred. He could easily have taken advantage of his drunken girlfriend but he treasured her way to much for that.
                          
"I'm fineeee." Skye took another sip of vodka. Chase snatched her cup away.
                          
"You've had enough."
                          
"I'll tellll you when I've had e-enufff." She slurred Before passing out into Chase's arms. He rolled his eyes and carried Skye up the two flights of stairs and lay her down in bed, climbing in next to her. He kissed her head and stroked her hair, pulling some fallen strands behind her ear.
                          
"I love you so much baby." He smiled, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend. Just as he closed his eyes, the music from the basement could be heard.
                          
At least her parents aren't back till tomorrow night. He thought, smiling to himself. Ugh my head! I really have had enough to drink. Time for some shut eye.