We'll Dream This Night Away.

As the night progressed, my nerves eased and I felt more at home with everyone that was at the party. Alex had given me a red cup that held a mysterious black liquid; when I had brought it close to my nose to smell it, my senses kicked in. Rum and coke.

I just shrugged my shoulders and took a small sip. The bitter concoction burned down my throat but I drank some again, this time the sips turned into gulps. Soon enough, I had begun looking for Alex so I could ask him to mix me another drink. He, of course, just laughed and obliged.

Since I had never drunk any alcohol based or mixed drinks before in my life, it only took a few red cups to make me feel light-headed. My vision became blurred, a few times I thought I was seeing double. Underneath me, my feet became weaker and weaker, making stumble around. I could hear everyone laughing at me, making fun of me because I was already too tipsy to function.

Even with my clouded mind, I knew that I would regret drinking in the morning.