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>slight smile, trying to not draw attention of people
>They offer me a beer, and one drink after the other I begin to ease my nerves
>This is literally my second or third time ever drinking
>they're talking, and I am actually talking too, but only when QT.314159 asks me something or tries to include me.
>it's nearing 2am and QT.314159 is a little drunk and starts making out with this guy in front of me while he grabs her inner thigh
>I feel really uncomfortable, and I finaly speak out and say "you're just going to do that now?"
>she looks up confused but not upset, I stutter, but I am too drunk "uh- I -uh mean"
>"alright it's getting late anon" she says, almost trying to save me like she knows that I am weird and doesn't want me to hurt myself
>they don't realize I am drunk because my tolerance is low
>suddenly start to tear up, all of my pain from the last 2 years and a half is about to come
>the thought that the one girl who knows me is comfortable being felt up in front of me is too much
>start saying everything about QT.314159 and what she meant to me
>talk about how pathetic my life is, and make a huge scene in front of everyone
>tell her about how this is my first ever "party" and how her inviting me meant everything to me
>her bf on the couch looks disgusted
>he pushes her out of his lap and stands up in front of me points his finger to the door and yells "GET OUT NOW... LEAVE"
>Crying I stand up and look right at her, she looks at me in the eyes and then turns her head away like she knows how I feel, but doesn't want to
>leave and push my bike home popping the front tire on something, can't remember what
