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Hmm, everything was spinning.

Lucas was used to drinking by now; a side-effect of hanging around with Santiago and good old teenage rebellion. Having happily pre-gamed with his boy, he figured he would wait until either he found another source of booze or managed to sneak out to his car to get some more. But considering he had gone through half his own stash, then Santiago's beer, then whatever the hell he had in his flask, and he realized far too late that mixing wasn't exactly the best idea. The first hint was after talking up some chick for a good ten minutes thinking it had been his date, though he supposed getting her number was a good consolation prize.

Either way, he figured it was time to try to find Maddie. No, wait, that wasn't her name. Mabel. Madeline. Macy? Maya. Marisol. No, wait, that last one was someone else. Maria! No, it was useless, he couldn't quite remember, but he was sure it was M-A-Something. Oh well, as long as they were both there and wouldn't get penalized, he supposed it didn't matter too much.

He made his way to the refreshment table, waiting until the punch was free before taking a cup of it for himself. Okay, sugar wasn't exactly going to help, but there was no water around, so as long as he didn't drink any more alcohol and stuck to punch, he figured he would be fine. As he naively took a rather long gulp, he realized far too late that something was up with the taste. Fuck, as if mixing beer and whiskey together wasn't bad enough, now vodka--or was it tequila?--was added to the mix.

[color=crimson]"[i]Son of a fuck--[/i]"[/color] He cursed as he finished, throwing his head back. After a second of contemplating, however, he polished off his cup, lazily tossing it over his shoulder. Fuck it, he supposed.
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