Chapter 120

• As soon as we arrive at the sprawling apartment where the party is being held, I quickly realise that either Charlie lied about the populace in attendance or she severely underestimated the party's reach. Because it is definitely more than just my classmates here, there are so many unfamiliar faces, that my anxiety about being in a crowd shoots up. Choking me.
• Rachel notices me blanking out and directs us to the kitchen where there are several options of alcohol available and people going in and out, taking their choices, mixing lethal cocktails and serving themselves. There is beer, vodka, whiskey, there is even red and white wine. It is a madness. I think I can perceive the smell of weed in the air.
• I know I am way out of my depths here and immediately decide to leave. But then Rachel quickly mixes a cocktail with more straight vodka than cranberry juice and hands me a cup, I take a sip and decide that I can stay for just a little longer. It is free booze afterall. The music is loud, it is coming from the central floor of the house. Which I think is the living room.