The smell of marijuana is almost overwhelming as I enter the open door of the single story house. I look around to survey the main room. People are drinking, smoking, and a couple girls are even snorting cocaine. I notice the dozens of plastic red cups strung everywhere in the house. I notice a guy passed out on the floor of the filthy kitchen. I walk a few steps into the house, and my friend comes to meet me.
"Yo Aaron, what's up my nigger?" He says walking up to me with his hand out. I shake his hand.
"Bro, you're white. Watch out saying that, I don't wanna drag your lifeless corpse outta this shit-hole." I say, looking at him.
"Alright, I got you. Good looking out." He says to me, and walks away. I walk into the living room, and I sit down on an open spot on the old couch. I lean back, and a tall, tan guy with huge shoulders comes up to me, and hands me a plastic cup of vodka. I shake my head to him to say thanks. I sip the scorching vodka as I listen to the loud talking, and the even louder music. I admire the many fine girls in the house. I've never had a problem with getting girls. At 18, I'm built well, with a thick chest, and toned arms. Luckily, I've never skipped ab day. Something that girls enjoy most about me, is my jawline. It's not very definitive, but it's apparently something that women like. I keep accepting refill after refill of vodka, and before I know it; I'm drunk as fuck.
I find myself dancing with a few other people, on the living room floor. I've got a red cup in my hand, and a girl behind me has her arms resting on my shoulders. My shirt is off, and my eyes are droopy. Another girl is standing infront me dancing too, and she's smiling at me and glancing at my eyes. I'm shooting my eyes between the floor and the rest of the room. I take a sip of the vodka, and I resume my dancing. The girl infront of me, and the girl that was behind me, move to each of my sides, and they lean into me. I put my arms over their shoulders. I'm smiling, and the girls are laughing and moving along with me. I glance at a guy breaking out a catalogue, then I look over to my friend, who greeted me at the door, Chris, who is now sucking on another girl's tongue. He looks over to me, and sees the two girls under my arms. He smiles at me, and picks his head up some. He points to me.
"Get-chu-sum my man!" He yells. I smile to him, and I point back with my right hand.
"Back at-cha!" I yell back, and he resumes tasting the girls tongue. The girls under my arms are still laughing, and they lean in and kiss me on my cheeks. I can't believe my heart, so many women here without a flaw. I'm gonna hit it and flex it until tomorrow, or until I can't walk anymore. These girls got so much energy, the way their twirling those hips up around and around. Amongst the crowd and the talking, my brain picks out two names, which as of now I can't remember.