@ past the time
Peyton groaned as she, was drug into the frat house. Several guys eyes her as she enter the place. She knew that there was only one reason why Meg brought her here. It was to let lose but she didn't understand letting lose wouldn't be happening very easily. Peyton was still a bit to peeve about earlier events. And it wasn't going to help her to dance away her problems. As she wouldn't be drinking.
The music course through her as if it was running through her veins. Even though she wasn't wanting to be here. She'd missed attending parties and letting lose. Of course there was all the people you'd meet. She didn't remember half of them, but the things they did when they were drunk always amused her. But she wasn't in the mood tonight. She would need a shit ton of alcohol to even get her in the mood. But she wouldn't be drinking.
"Come on let's get something to drink." Meg said pulling her towards the kitchen, Peyton rolled her eyes as she'd told her friend time and time again she couldn't drink and the reason why. "Meg." She snapped pushing the cup away from her, not wanting to take the drink from her friend. "Relax its a virgin." She said, smiling. Peyton rolled her eyes before taking the cup placing it to her lips she took a small sip. A small smile forming on her lips, knowing her friend had been listening. And that mixing her meds with drinking could be dangerous. "Hey there's your friend." Meg teased Peyton, and she didn't even need to look to know who she was talking about. But a part of her wanted to just smack her friend. She should have never asked him for his help either times. It wasn't worth it, the humiliation that came from being shut down by him. She didn't like it.