Marissa walked though the crowded halls of the house, taking note of all the the familiar faces. She had arrived with Hunter, but just parted ways so she could see if she could find Marley or at least someone she was familiar enough with to talk to. The music was blaring and the rooms were filled with different conversations happening between several groups of people - so when she saw a phone fall out of one of her fellow juniors pocket, she wasn’t surprised the party-goer hadn’t noticed it.
Quickly she picked it up off the ground and tried to catch up to the owner, tapping them on the shoulder once they did. “Hey! You dropped this.” she yelled over the roar a blaring speaker near by.
Marissa tried to hold herself straight up. She wanted to get up and leave her spot on the couch but she didn’t trust her balance. She looked around to see if she could spot someone she knew well enough to borrow their cell but she was interrupted by a red plastic up being pushed towards her face followed by a hand on her shoulder. ‘You’ve at least gotta finish this one.” the titan beside her insisted, despite her clearly having beyond enough. The minute he placed the cup against her lips, trying to funnel more alcohol into her, she tried to control the spinning long enough to refuse.
“I can’t... I don’t want it.” she sighed, wishing that for one moment she could just stop the room from spinning.
SYNOPSIS: Marissa ends up as a pawn for entertainment when two of McKinely’s Titan’s see how trashed they can get her at the McCarthy’s beginning of school bash.
WARNINGS: Heavy/Forceful Alcohol Consumption
Marissa knew when she went to the McCarthy's big bash with Hunter that the two wouldn't be attached to each other's hip all night but the fact of that matter is - apart from the three people who had urged her to go there, who were currently not in view, she had no idea where to go. Sure, she recognized everyone there, it seemed as if the entire student body filled the rooms of the McCarthy house. But mingling wasn't exactly the blonde's strong suit and she soon found herself on the couch, filling out a crossword app on her phone.
She couldn't help but wonder if Hunter had found Madison - if the two of them had talked things over and worked their differences. The longer she lingered on the thought the slower time seemed to pass - her phone now out of charge after spending so much time on it. Snapping her out of her train of thought, she was a little thrown when two of the guys, whom she had recognized as Titans, sat on each side of her. She offered to move but they insisted she should stay and join in on the game they were playing.
In normal circumstances, Marissa would have dismissed this idea entirely - however in normal circumstances, she probably would have left the party already instead of sitting on the couch alone. Maybe it was the fact that everyone she had given a chance so far had actually been really kind to her - or maybe it was just to take her mind off of Hunter and Madison together but before she knew it she was laughing and socializing with the small group that had formed around her.
She didn't try to keep up with her peers around her, but it seemed like as soon as she took her last tentative sip of one drink, one of the guys had another one poured and waiting for her. When the drinks finally caught up to her, they hit her hard and while at first it felt good to just relax, the panic began to set in when relaxing turned into dazing in and out of the conversation and feeling the room spin. She placed her head in her hands, hoping to balance herself but it seemed to only make things worse.
She felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see one of the guys had refilled her cup. Shaking her head, she softly declined the drink, knowing even in her drunk state that she had had enough for the night. Still, the boy insisted, promising in would make her feel better. Taking one more sip - as if to test his theory, Marissa shook her head - the corners of her mouth turned down in disgust. She could swear this one was even stronger than the last.
Leaning back on the couch, she could feel her hair fall in front of her face but she couldn't be bothered to move it. All she wanted was the spinning to stop, then she could get up and walk home if she needed to. She side as the boy one her left continued to speak in her ear, urging her to have some more, while the one on her right chuckled as she swayed in her seat, steadying herself on his shoulder. She continued to refuse everytime the cup was pressed against her lips but that didn't seem to dismay the titan from trying. Placing her head back in her hands, she tried to focus on the conversation happening around her.
TITAN 1: "Dude she's trashed."
TITAN 2: "I think she has one more in her"
TITAN 1: "See, this is why you gotta practice before you party with the big leagues."
TITAN 2: "Common, this will make you feel better."
TITAN 1: "You're an idiot, she's gonna end up puking in your lap."
TITAN 2: "Nah, she can't handle herself. Can't you sweetheart?"
“Hey!” Marley was quick to find a familiar face in the crowd, surrounded by McKinley students that she hadn’t bothered to try to know. It seemed that everybody was only surrounded by the same faces they had known since childhood, she might as well had been a plant in a corner to most of them. Despite the enemies she may had already made, any burning of time was welcomed as the next batch of juice was being made.
“Don’t take this the right or wrong way -- but you look good.”
“Watch it!” Marley said, hand cupping over the top of her cup as she navigated throughout the crowd. Even at the new school, she was still invisible to most everyone around her. As insecure as she was in the moment, her annoyance at the unaware elbows getting in her way with each step was adding more and more cause for her to snap at the next person that tried her. There were already too many people that didn’t care about her, she didn’t feel the need to care about them.
A knock from a person caused a splash from her drink to end up on the shoulder of the person opposite her, a twinge of flared anger sprung as she lost nearly a quarter of what she had. “Puckerman,” She quickly came to her own defence, “Not my fault, blame -- uh” Looking behind her, the clutz had already bailed and left her alone. Shit. “Oh, well. But hey, I bet this isn’t the first time a stranger has made you a little bit sticky.”
