As alot of people will agree, we are different people when we are drunk. I certainly am, my drunk self is a slut! Down right whore if we must. She makes decisions that get me into trouble most of the time. She is fun but trouble.
I was already 18 so getting drunk wasn’t new to me (not that it was new on my 18th birthday either) I knew what mischief I can cause. My friend wanted a house party but her place wasn’t big enough. One of my friends mums is super chill, she would provide the alcohol, vacate the house, leave us money for takeaway and even left the condoms in the second draw down on the left hand side of the kitchen, yano, incase we wanted to make water balloons.
There were around 25 of us and eventually everybody started leaving the party. We were down to 5 of us and my BF said we could go back to hers to sleep if we wanted. Her brother was in dog sitting but he would stay in the living room and we could stay in the kitchen. We went back and started dancing and singing and playing dares.