After downing only two (three, four?!) shot bottles of cheap liquor and gummy bears that tasted really funny, I was on a journey. Destination?

   White Girl Wasted Heaven.

   Or maybe I already was there.

   Or was I?

   Was I... wait where was I?

"So that was how Mr. Shin and I first met," My narration to Rav was a slur of words. "Eight year old me trying to offer him a date with my mother in exchange for my first store bought comic book after I'd tried to shoplift it. In the end, yeah, Mum smacked me, more times than I can probably remember, and he didn't get the date, but... I got the comic booook! Even though that was only after Mum made me volunteer to help out at the store for a month. But the comic book was sold to me eventually so... totally worth it. Try and figure out how many times I said comic book Rav, would ya? Would ya, Rav? Would ya?!"

   As we lay side by side with our backs against the bed's headboard, I nestled my head deeper into Rav's shoulder with a tired sigh.

   Was the room always this flashy and blurry? Wait, what was I just talking about? Oh right... The alcohol and gummies had taken me—and Rav—down memory lane, as I recalled the old memories out loud.

"And there was is other time where I—hey!" I nudged my shoulder against Rav's before leaning away when I realised he was more focused on the bottle in his hand. "Have you even been listening to me?"

"Of course, I am!" Rav gave a droopy nod as he replied. "I'm doing this where with every story you tell, I take a swing."

   My gaze rested on the empty shot bottles that were spread across his lap. I was still deciding whether the number of bottles were real or manipulated by my double vision when my emotions did so for me.

"Shit, Rav!" I reached over to grab the bottles in a panic. "How many did drink you—you drink from? This is like three times the initial number we had!"

"Uh," he scoffed. "Half of which are yours. Did you forget the two you drank while you told me about the time you 'unintentionally' vomited in a popular girl's locker after your first attempt at rope climbing in the Year Seven? Or the three bottles while you narrated having to explain to an escape room staff member why the prop toilet in the escape room was full of your p—"

"Okay, fine, fine!"

   Maybe I had been in denial by believing I only had two bottles. In my defence about the escape room thing though, I could have sworn I escaped and found a place to pee. It wasn't my fault that the realistic toilet carried a clue I had destroyed beyond recognition by ... you know. If eight year old Tali hadn't quickly blamed it on that staff member and kids weren't stupid enough to eat that up, my life in Year Three would've been over.

   Did I mention that last part to him? Please tell me the alcohol had been useful in making him forget. I had to strike back.

"Well, you told me stuff too!" I poked his chest shrieking. "Like your 'adventures' with those two girls at your science-y programme-y thing-y last year. And I suffered through your developmental milestones. Look at me, I'm Rav." I ran my hands down my hair and bit my lip to imitate him. "I've had a top stuff threesome before. I could solve advanced calculus by the age of four even though I was still a religious bedwetter."

   He shot me a hard stare. I glared back in equal force.

   Then we dissolved into fits of laughter.

   Rav and I gripped each other's shoulders, barely managing to steady ourselves as we continued to snicker and cackle until I felt painful digs in my abdominal region. Believe me, I wanted to stop, but the fact that we were laughing our hearts out for no reason whatsoever made it all the more hilarious.

   I'd definitely had more than two bottles.

"Shh!" Rav leaped out of the bed and placed a finger over his lips.

   I stared at his hand like it was the most interesting thing in the world, then looked at my fingers. Were they capable of doing what Rav had just done? Could they reach my lips? they looked so far away right now. Were they... worthy?

   I took a slow breath as I proceeded to find out. After what seemed like forever, my finger finally made it to my lips. I gasped.

   They were worthy!

   For reasons beyond me, that thought was the hilarious thing at the moment, causing more laughs to escape me.

"Shh! Shh!" I mimicked Rav's previous actions as I rose from the bed, switching between fingers the whole time. "Rav, look! Worthy! Worrrrthyyyy! Are you seeing this?!"

   He paid no mind for a few seconds, then turned to address me with a huge gasp while gripping my hands in his. "I just had the greatest ide—idea— idea in the world!"

"Oh, me! Me! I! Me!" I continued to yell as I hopped on both feet, eventually pressuring him to do the same. "Tell me! I won't tell! Tell me! Tel—"

"We call people!" He covered his mouth as he snorted. "And tell them...tell them...messed up shit!"

"Shit like we know you've not just been cheating on my grandma. Everyone knows she's the side chick!" I said, grasping the unicorn hoodie currently over my head with a chuckle.

"Ooh, I've got one," Rav snickered. "We could tell them that their application to the black market just got accepted. That we have the knives and everything else to extract their kidneys first thing tomorrow."

   That was definitely the most messed up prank call idea I'd ever heard.

   So why was I rolling on the floor with Rav, convulsed with giggles?

"Let me get my phone." He managed to gasp, getting back up on his feet to stumble back to the bed. "This is going to be sickkk."

   As I lay flat on my back staring at the ceiling, everything my eyes met seemed to glow. The relaxing feeling that spread throughout my body was on a whole other level. Every part of me felt so soft.

   Whoever didn't believe my bones were replaced with the fluffiest clouds at the moment must have lost their damn mind.

"Our first victim has been selected!" Rav plopped next to me in a cross-legged sitting position this time.

   I tried to suppress my sniggers by covering my mouth while a ringtone radiated from Rav's phone. I wondered whether he was going for my grandma or his creepy kidney prank first.

"Hello?" A voice eventually said at the end of the line.

   Literally any other sound in the world couldn't have sobered me up that fast.

   I scrambled to my knees in a messy rush, grabbing Rav's phone from his weak grasp and hanging up the call despite his protests. Even after I was done, I gripped onto the phone like my life depended on it, struggling to keep my breathing in check.

"Why did you do that?" Rav screeched, initiating a tug of war with me for his device.

"You called Dorian, you idiot!" With those words, I ended our battle.

   Rav, who didn't see my actions coming, fell to the ground with a thump, clutching his phone. I ignored the string of curses he directed toward me and tried to focus on the puffs of air I was inhaling.

   Was Dorian going to realise something was off and come over? Oh, shit. I probably looked like a homeless druggie with a weird, unicorn onesie fetish right now. Pretending to be normal was impossible at this point. That ship had sailed four shots and many edibles ago.

   A squeal escaped me when the phone began to ring. Rav hung up this time.

   Dorian was definitely coming over now.

"Hide everything!" Rav yelled.

   We crawled to the bed as fast as we could, grabbing all the bottles and candy wrappers our eyes managed to detect and shoving them under it. I tried to smooth out the bed's covers by the time we were done, but Rav's attempt to do the same in the opposite direction made it all the more frustrating. I slapped his hands to get him to stop which he retaliated to with one of his own.

   Soon enough, our hands began to quickly move against each other at the same time in an attempt to take a hit. This was unsuccessful, however, since our eyes were barely open and focused on anything else but one another.

   A loud knock against the door interrupted our pointless actions.

   My breath hitched. Rav and I shared horror-filled eye contact with out of sync gasps. Dorian was here. And I still couldn't tell my left from right.

   I mouthed the word, 'Quiet' to Rav, clasping a hand over his mouth. Maybe if we didn't make a sound, he'd assume we were asleep and go away. We stared frozen on the bed. After a few seconds, I was starting to feel confident he'd left when another knocking sound, much louder than the first, echoed within the room.

"Rav," Dorian said, from the door's other end. "Are you awake?"

"NO!"

   I was about to scold Rav for answering when it hit me. 

   The response was with a voice that sounded an awful lot like mine. I clamped my free hand over my mouth. Shit.

"Rav, why did you call?" Dorian continued asking, like he hadn't heard me. "I thought we only agreed that that was only for emergencies."

   I shook my head at Rav, my hand still over his mouth. He merely rolled his eyes and shook his head out of my hold.

"Beth told me to!" he yelled to the door.

   I clamped my palms over my face. I wouldn't have felt warm humiliation rushing within me if the alcohol hadn't made every part of my body numb.

"She, uh, she..." Rav trailed off and turned to me, giving a pleading look.

   I shrugged and walked away from the bed in a huff. Now I know he wasn't asking for my help when he was the same person who threw me under the bus. But... the unicorn on his head made him so cute! He had the saddened expression of a baby seal.

   Oh, what the hell.

"Tell him I was in a stitch," I mouthed the words from the corner of the room.

"She said she had an itch!" Rav announced to the door.

   My knees buckled, sending my figure spiralling to the floor. Embarrassment had finally been semi-successful in sobering me up. I was never coming over to Rav's room ever again. Even if it meant I'll have to camp outside Cami's door when my night with him arrived once more.

"W-What?" Dorian sputtered.

   I could already imagine his thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion from outside.

"That's right, an itch!" Rav nodded with aggression. He didn't even have any shame to disguise the pride in his tone. "That she wanted only you to scrat—"

"Dorian!" My feet took to Rav's room's entrance. "Don't listen to Rav."

"Beth," His voice sounded relieved. "Are you okay? Why don't you unlock the door and let me in?"

"You know, Beth, you probably should," Rav said. He was jumping on the bed when I turned to shoot dagger glares. "How else will he get to scratch that itch?"

"There is no itch!" I screeched at him. Turning back to the door, I repeated, "Dorian, there is no itch. It was a butt dial, okay? Rav's high, I'm high...and drunk and we're getting ready for bed so you can just leave! No one ne—needs you here! Go away!"

   The last thing I heard from the other side of the door was a noisy sigh. I pressed an ear against it after a while, hoping I could detect a stir at least.

"He's gone, honey," Rav remarked in a terrible stereotypical country folk accent normally found in old American movies. He'd settled into the bed's covers now, giving me room as I walked over to lay beside him.

"Was that harsh?" I whispered that question more to myself, but Rav heard it anyway.

"Dorian will get over it, don't worry," he said in his normal voice, throwing an arm over my shoulder and drawing me closer. "And if it makes you feel better, you're going to wake up tomorrow with a headache so senile, you won't even remember more than half of tonight. Neither of us will. Well, except Dorian, of course."

   I sighed. "I choked. I don't know why I reacted that way. It's just... Dorian."

"No, it's not. Don't kid yourself...kid." Rav went back to that accent as he rested his head over mine and engulfed me in a side hug.

"Can you stop talking in that accent already?" I frowned up at him. "I'm pretty sure it's offensive."

"Beth, let me tell you about how this saying we have in India..."

   After a minute went by without Rav proceeding, I found out that he was dozing when my right elbow nudged his frame. "You were saying?"

   He cleared his throat to reply with a deeper voice, "I don't remember how the saying goes honestly. Just your typical lovey dovey stuff. At least that's what many people have been made to believe anyway. Not me though."

"What's your belief then?"

"I'll give you a hint: smashing. And you and Dorian—"

"Never mind," I grimaced, more than happy to welcome the silence that replaced our conversation.

   While contemplating whether I made the best decision in choosing to sleep next to this nutcase, I flinched at the soft snoring sounds that suddenly found their way to my ears. My attempts to untangle myself from Rav's hold were unsuccessful.

   It, however, made me tired enough to allow sleep to eventually take over.

A/N: I did not mean for this chapter to be this long! I hope you enjoyed it though!

   For someone who hasn't had a drop of alcohol in her life or gotten high, I think I did a pretty good job with this chapter lol.
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