The main characters in my current novel, Into the Caldera, have a chance meeting at a party that alters the course of their lives. Jenn, the protagonist or antagonist depending on how the story is viewed, meets Scott and Marc although she’s too high to really remember much. The scene is written from her altered point of view.
The sky grew brighter despite the deepening night. The music not so much confronted her as penetrated her like Ron had done earlier. Every guy at the party leered at her, made suggestive comments, and lapped at her breasts like the thirsty dogs they were. She felt like she walked on the air beneath her feet. Her body thrummed, titillated with each step she took. Her arm brushed against another girl’s bare arm, and she felt a rush of desire. The girl, equally drunk or high, smiled lazily at her and apologized, but Jenn wanted to kiss her and taste the beer on her lips. Only her stumble into the crowd stopped her from pushing herself upon the girl.
Nicole came up to her and steadied her in the ebb and flow of the crush of bodies.
“Jenn, you’ve had too much.”
“You’ve had too much Molly and beer.”
“There’s no such thing.” Her words felt coherent and sharp, but she didn’t recognize the sound of her voice.
“You need some water.”
“I want another beer. And a Molly.”
Jenn focused her eyes on her friend. Anger flushed her face. “Why not?”
“You’ve had enough. Besides, I’m out.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I gave the last one to Hannah.”
The name reverberated in her head, but Jenn couldn’t process it. “Holly?”
“What the fuck is Holly doing here?”
“Not Holly. Hannah. Who’s Holly?”
“Oh.” Jenn looked at the blur of faces past Nicole and shook her head. She felt her heart speed up like a rocket in her chest.
Jenn came back down to the moment. “She’s that tramp Ron’s dating now.”
Nicole shook her head. “Oh, her.”
“She’s a tramp.”
“We should go.”
“This party is still hot…”
“It’s 2 AM.”
“Seriously?” Jenn pulled her phone from her pants pocket, but it fell to the floor. Nicole bent down with her to retrieve it. Jenn nodded her head as Nicole handed her the phone. She widened her eyes to see the time displayed on the lock screen. “Damn. Where’d the time go?”
“I’ll take you home.”
“Jenn, I’m going over to Aaron’s place. I don’t want to leave you here alone. Let me take you back to our apartment and then I’ll go to Aaron’s.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“You’re rolling, Jenn. You shouldn’t be left here alone.”
“I’m not alone. I have the girls.” She thrust her hand out toward the door leading to the patio and hit a passing guy on the shoulder. “Oh, sorry.” The guy looked at her and smiled, but he kept walking.
“The girls are already gone. They’ve hooked up.”
“All of them.”
“Pretty much. This party is winding down.”
Jenn scanned the room around them. Bodies still crammed into most available space. Only a narrow path winded through the room to let people pass. “It still looks strong to me.”
“I’m fine. Go on and fuck Aaron. Fuck your brains out. I’ll be fine.”
Nicole exhaled a laugh. “Are you sure?” She sounded genuinely concerned, but Jenn didn’t want to interfere with her friend’s hookup.
“Have an orgasm for me.”
Nicole laughed out loud. “Those are only for me!”
She leaned in and hugged Jenn. Her hair still smelled good despite the sweaty volleyball game they had played earlier. When they parted Nicole said, “Call an Uber and text me when you get back to the apartment.”
Jenn wobbled a little in place. “Yes, mother!”
“Jenn,” Nicole sighed sounding exhausted.
“Okay, I’ll keep you informed of my whereabouts.”
Nicole gave her one last hug before she pivoted and allowed the crowd to swallow her. Jenn watched her best friend disappear from sight before she scanned the sea of heads that bobbed around her. In that brief moment when she was alone, she felt like the only one at the party. A chill ran up her spine and goose bumps perforated her arms.
“Hi, I’m Scott, and this is Marc,” said a voice she could not see. She turned and two tall, lanky guys stood before her. Both had longish, scraggly hair and boyish faces so young looking that she thought that some high schoolers had crashed the party.
She tried to steady herself and make sense of where she was, but she drew a blank, so she said the only thing she could think of, “I’m Jenn. I’m leaving.”