—Inadvertently Partying—

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"Whoo! This place is so awesome!" I yelled crazy to Sam over the loud music.

I am high and it feels so fucking amazing! Now I know why people love to party.

The energy, the high, the alcohol is all insane. Plus,

the fact that no one cares enough to judge you. Everyone is having fun in their own little world.

The place is full to its capacity with party lovers—to think that it was similar to a graveyard when we arrived.

It was just me, Sam and the few bouncers that work here. Some Vip lady booked the entire club to celebrate her divorce and invited all of her friends.

Some are rocking themselves on the dance floor. Others are betting, winning and losing at the poker table. And some are going crazy over the hot strippers. I still did not feel like going home and being alone.

Annie called to inform me that she would be coming home very late. She has this dinner meeting she could not get out of. I asked Sam to let me accompany him here and he readily agreed. But he made me promise to stay by the bar and not move an inch. I could have drinks, but not live his sight.

He really is like my stepdad.

That was easy to agree to. All I had to do was just sit like a doll and admire him as he served alcohol to customers and sometimes flashes a smile.

I think it is incredibly cool of him to be doing this. I mean he is the owner. It is very normal for him to be living it up at the second floor and receiving lap dances from the hot strippers?

But instead he is here blending in himself in a way not many can tell that he is the club owner himself and not someone employed to sell the drinks. It is beyond cool. I soon got bored and tired of staring at him.

Luckily I was invited to do shots by a group of guys and girls. I joined them on the far side of the bar. Far enough for me to try their sick, strong drinks and not be easily seen. Close enough for Sam’s eyes to occasionally reach. Gosh, he is worse than a dad. His future baby girl will be in for a lot of eagle watching.

The group looked like highschool students. Apparently they had gotten in with fake IDs and because two out of the gang of eight were related to the lady who reserved the club. It must be because I was high from having consumed too many drinks and the fact that they were equally wasted too.

But they were relating so well with me. I find it hard to relate to other people. I am awkward and would not know what to say. Even when I do have things to say, I run out at some point. They saw me like one of them and not much of an adult. It was very nice. It would have all been perfect if I was in their age group. I tried some of their weed pot when Sam wasn’t looking. Something tells me that he wouldn’t like to see me with that when he refused to give me anything other than vodka and martini claiming that would be too strong for me.

The pot was terrific! It goes straight to my lungs the first time. I controlled the coughing so Sam would not hear or notice. If he sees he would know right away about the pot.

"We’ve been drinking and talking. But we still don’t know what your name is." One of the guy’s said. I think he introduced himself as Kennedy earlier. A girl thankfully cuts in before I could speak. "You are gone, idiot. She already told us a while before. Gweneth." She glances at me to ask if she got it right. And I nodded affirmatively. "I’m not drunk! I might have forgotten, or did not hear when she said it." The guy says in his defense.

He smiles stupidly at me. "Gweneth. That’s a nice name." Oh. Who uses that approach? It’s so old and overused. "I guess so." I reply flatly before downing a glass of vodka. I look over at Sam, he is receiving a phone call. "Could we hang out sometime? Just the two of us?"

"Do not think of doing yourself detrimental by agreeing. He is my brother and that is how I know that he is a total dick. His girlfriends always end up leaving him." Said the girl who spoke before.

"Hey!" The guy fires. "I shouldn’t have allowed you to tag along, Sharpay. You always ruin things for me." He looks at me and says. "Don’t mind what she says. It isn’t true."

"Oh yeah?" I lean over, bringing my head down to the table to try another drag of the pot weed when Sam’s voice rang out accusingly, asking if I am having fun like he sees what I’m about to do. "Hell yeah!" I exclaimed. Kennedy and some of the others who were still sober enough to see and notice the exchange asks if I was Sam’s girlfriend. "No. I’m not his girlfriend." Kennedy puts both his hands on his chest, saying it is such a relief. "Are you his sibling or relative then?"

"No."

"Then why aren’t you guys dating. You look so good together! I’m totally heels over head for you guys!"

"It is head over heels, Sharpay." Another girl corrects.

"Whatever! The point is, they are both awesome!"

"Hey, next time guys, remind me not to let this porcupine of a sister come with me to a nightclub no matter how much she begs." Kennedy tells one of the guys. "It is a good thing that they are not dating. It means I have a chance. Don’t I?" He ends his question with a wink.

"Well... I wouldn’t say that."