Mid-year Mania
BAM!
Two rounds, two different drinks, two masks, two smiles, too good to be true, too evil to be untrue. As with every drinker, the threshold has already been achieved. I was, woozy and already tipsy from the alcohol binge. I barely drink liquor. Believe me, others have tried but failed to offer me even the most sumptuous there is.
The party heated and the guys were rolling inside the room like a casino player winning in a slot machine. Hot, hotter, hottest. A great representation of comparison of adjectives.
There is no denying that these people aren't just party goers. They are the party goers. Obviously, from the way they mingle, they know their way into everyone even if you're a complete stranger.
Unfortunately as much as I want to mingle, the poison is creeping into my neurologic system slowly taking over my mind without asking permission, when suddenly, my wild side rose...
Good thing is that J and B came about past one in the morning because of them my wild side got restrained, the animal got locked up, the tiger got temporarily tamed. My saviors for the time being.
By this time the room was heating up, literally due to the population of the crowd. Men, sweat, alcohol, glitter, glam. Lethal combination of an urge too good to resist.
Two thirty came and J decided he badly needs to sleep while B was itching to go to Malate that time. Oh no, I was left alone again and this time I wouldn't even call a night without a prowl. The tiger, like all wild animals aren't meant to be domesticated. :)
And with solo flight mode turned on I quickly check faces albeit without the masks. I bumped into a familiar blogger and got quickly reacquainted, connected, shared ideas, jokes, whatever we can share, we share it. I tell you we were like buddies in the midst of groups of crowds. Apparently, he was already a little drunk when he came, the drunkard fool got ahead and went into a drinking session with his other buddies. So that's why he looked so euphorically sleepy that time. Hahaha!
For a moment there I needed to go to the men's room to take a leak and freshen up. I realized that I was already looking a lot wasted with the influence of alcohol. When I came out of the john I saw a friend of the celebrant looking in my direction. I quickly looked in front of the mirror and adjusted my cap. That time, I had no intentions of hooking-up more so a friend of the celebrant. He came closer, I smiled and then suddenly he locked his lips into mine! I was surprised. I was provoked. Yet, I gave in. A kiss after all is just a kiss without meaning at all.
After a quick lip lock I pushed him slightly away saying that there are still a lot of people out and we might get caught. And so with every person there is a different implication of statements. He took it to his own perspective and the guy held my body and led me to an unoccupied dark room. We kissed, locked lips, and shared breaths. When we heard one of his friends looking for him stopped the act, it was just too much for me. Even for me.
I came out of the powder room looking more wasted than when I went in. Camouflaged back in the crowd back for more hunts, I guess.
What's funny is that I went into the men's room again to take a leak (alcohol makes my kidneys so happy to function). When I went out to fix myself and wash my hands, another guy, one who came early for the party, looked into my eyes with fire. He had no hesitation in his eyes, he was serious. For a brief moment I felt like Bella ready to be pounced by Jacob (I swear I'm laughing while I'm typing this). He kissed me more forcefully but it was still tender and firm. Another man, another giving in.
The kiss lasted for seconds. I left and went back to the room and this time I was feeling heavier. I needed to doze off. But the taste of their kiss and their alcohol-infused breaths lingered in my mouth and in my lips even when I left the party near noon time.
I sat at the back of the van thinking all throughout the journey, did I really do all those?
And with conviction and veracity I tell myself: yes, Guyrony, yes you really did.
Don't you think the juiciest part of the party is always the after party? ;)
Two rounds, two different drinks, two masks, two smiles, too good to be true, too evil to be untrue. As with every drinker, the threshold has already been achieved. I was, woozy and already tipsy from the alcohol binge. I barely drink liquor. Believe me, others have tried but failed to offer me even the most sumptuous there is.
The party heated and the guys were rolling inside the room like a casino player winning in a slot machine. Hot, hotter, hottest. A great representation of comparison of adjectives.
There is no denying that these people aren't just party goers. They are the party goers. Obviously, from the way they mingle, they know their way into everyone even if you're a complete stranger.
Unfortunately as much as I want to mingle, the poison is creeping into my neurologic system slowly taking over my mind without asking permission, when suddenly, my wild side rose...
Good thing is that J and B came about past one in the morning because of them my wild side got restrained, the animal got locked up, the tiger got temporarily tamed. My saviors for the time being.
By this time the room was heating up, literally due to the population of the crowd. Men, sweat, alcohol, glitter, glam. Lethal combination of an urge too good to resist.
Two thirty came and J decided he badly needs to sleep while B was itching to go to Malate that time. Oh no, I was left alone again and this time I wouldn't even call a night without a prowl. The tiger, like all wild animals aren't meant to be domesticated. :)
And with solo flight mode turned on I quickly check faces albeit without the masks. I bumped into a familiar blogger and got quickly reacquainted, connected, shared ideas, jokes, whatever we can share, we share it. I tell you we were like buddies in the midst of groups of crowds. Apparently, he was already a little drunk when he came, the drunkard fool got ahead and went into a drinking session with his other buddies. So that's why he looked so euphorically sleepy that time. Hahaha!
For a moment there I needed to go to the men's room to take a leak and freshen up. I realized that I was already looking a lot wasted with the influence of alcohol. When I came out of the john I saw a friend of the celebrant looking in my direction. I quickly looked in front of the mirror and adjusted my cap. That time, I had no intentions of hooking-up more so a friend of the celebrant. He came closer, I smiled and then suddenly he locked his lips into mine! I was surprised. I was provoked. Yet, I gave in. A kiss after all is just a kiss without meaning at all.
After a quick lip lock I pushed him slightly away saying that there are still a lot of people out and we might get caught. And so with every person there is a different implication of statements. He took it to his own perspective and the guy held my body and led me to an unoccupied dark room. We kissed, locked lips, and shared breaths. When we heard one of his friends looking for him stopped the act, it was just too much for me. Even for me.
I came out of the powder room looking more wasted than when I went in. Camouflaged back in the crowd back for more hunts, I guess.
What's funny is that I went into the men's room again to take a leak (alcohol makes my kidneys so happy to function). When I went out to fix myself and wash my hands, another guy, one who came early for the party, looked into my eyes with fire. He had no hesitation in his eyes, he was serious. For a brief moment I felt like Bella ready to be pounced by Jacob (I swear I'm laughing while I'm typing this). He kissed me more forcefully but it was still tender and firm. Another man, another giving in.
The kiss lasted for seconds. I left and went back to the room and this time I was feeling heavier. I needed to doze off. But the taste of their kiss and their alcohol-infused breaths lingered in my mouth and in my lips even when I left the party near noon time.
I sat at the back of the van thinking all throughout the journey, did I really do all those?
And with conviction and veracity I tell myself: yes, Guyrony, yes you really did.
Don't you think the juiciest part of the party is always the after party? ;)
ooh la la. :)
ReplyDeletesomeone had fun. way too much fun for one night, huh?
weeeheee next year nga pupunta ako. hehehe. =)
ReplyDelete*daredevilry - boys just wanna have fun.
ReplyDelete*paci - you should go there next year if he invites people again. It's a loooot of fun.