When we walk in, my nose is immediately met with the stench of alcohol. I hear a few cat calls from the stupid guys, but ignore them.

"Follow me!" Christina yells over the music. I grab her hand, pushing my way through the bodies.

She brings me to the only partially  empty couch,  where I spot the gang, minus the Pedriodiots.

I sit on the couch, trying to keep to myself as the others start talking. At some point Chrissy decides it is a good idea to go get some punch, so she drags me with her.

I shove my way through the crowd, following her to the kitchen. There are dozens of packs of beers, hard lemonade, and 4 bowls of various kinds of spiked punch.

"Strawberry, peach, orange or cherry?" She asks, grabbing us both cups.

"Um, strawberry." I respond, grabbing the cup from her hand and filling it up.

I can smell the insane amount of vodka in it. I wouldn't admit it to my friends, but I have never drank before.

"Come on, lets get out seats back before someone else takes them." I say, bringing her back to the couch. I see Four sitting on the opposite end of mine, sipping a beer. Lauren is twerking on the dance floor in a skimpy dress.

I sit back down, ignoring him. "So, try it!" Chris insists, pointing to my drink.

I take a large sip, and cover my mouth. The liquid almost burns as it goes down my throat, but I like the flavor.

"That's pretty good!" I say, taking another rather large gulp.
Chrissy laughs,"You sounds like it's your first time ever having an alcoholic drink."

I look down,"Well..erhm."

She gasps,"Seriously! My Trissy-poo is all grown up!"

I scowl,"Don't call me Trissy-poo."

She puts her hands up in mock surrender, drinking her own.

We babble about nothing in particular, the subject drifting from one thing to another. I sip off the one drink for almost 30 minutes, before getting up to go get more. I won't lie, I am feeling buzzed.

As I go to put more in my cup, a strong hand grabs my shoulder.
"Tris you really shouldn't do that." I hear the voice of the devil himself.

"Why Four? It's my body, my choice." I say, filling it up.

"You are small, and that has a lot of vodka in it. You will be wasted." He says, crossing his arms.

I roll my eyes, taking a huge gulp,"Screw off."

I will admit, he sounded like he was showing genuine care for me, but knowing him he probably just didn't want me to drink it all before he got to it.

I plop back down, and yell to Chrissy,"We should do something fun!"

She agrees,"Yeah, I am bored!"

Almost on cue, a guy with half shaved blonde hair and way too many piercings walks up to me,"Hey pretty lady, wanna dance?"

I roll my eyes, and fake gag,"No thanks strange man."

He stomps off like a child. We both burst into laughter,"Who the hell was that anyways?"

"Eric, he is almost as bad as number boy. Nobody has ever liked him." She responds, pulling me up off the couch.

I take a drink of my punch and set it down on a table before following her into the heart of the sweaty, dancing teenagers.

Hotline Bling comes on, and I start dancing like never before. I don't know if it's the atmosphere or the alcohol, but I feel completely different.

At somepoint, Peter comes over, and even if he seems like a man whore, he is still fun to hang out with.

He dances with me, spinning me around in the air. I drop it low, and twerk, something I don't think I have ever done before.

Christina makes her way back over to me,"Gotta new friend?" She asks, laughing.

I giggle,"He is just a good dancer. Besides, he is still a man whore."

She chuckles,"That's true. Come on, I think Zeke is going to make the Candor or Dauntless announcement soon."

I scrunch up my face,"The what or what?"

She grins,"Candor or Dauntless, truth or dare. Its so fun!"

I just go with it, and we go back to the couch, where I drink the rest of my punch. I go and try some of the hard lemonade, which is really good.

I take a huge swig, stumbling my way to Lynn. "Having fun?" I ask, throwing my hand around her shoulder.

She moves it, looking confused,"Tris, are you drunk?"

I giggle,"I don't know, why do you say that?"

She laughs, patting my head,"You are adorable. Drunk Tris is fun!"

I smile cheesily,"Maybe you aren't as boring as I thought!"

She chuckles, taking a sip from her beer. "Go find my sister, I need her to call Mom and act like everything is ok."

I skip through the house,"Shauna-poo! Where are you?"

After 5 minutes of skipping, she grabs my shoulder,"Yeah Tris?"

"Didn't you have anything to drink?" I ask. 

She shakes her head,"I don't like to drink, even if people ask me to. Now, what do you need?"

She sits me down on a stool by a breakfast bar. "Lynn said you need to call your Mom and tell her everything is ok."

"Ok, thank you Tris. Lay off the drinks, you are gonna regret it in the morning." She pushes me on my way back to the others.

I laugh and run back to Christina.
"Hey Tris! Are you ready?" She asks.

I nod,"Truth or dare is fun."

I watch as Uriah jumps onto the coffee table, and screams,"IF YOU ARE A PANSYCAKE, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE. IF YOU AREN'T, CANDOR OF DAUNTLESS IN THE BASEMENT!"

This chapter was at 2500 words so I split it into 2 chapters