*Now I'm not completely satisfied with this part but I can always go back and revise it later. Unfortunately I didn't get that much further but there will be more to come I promise.
There was a killing silence between us for we didn’t talk on a regular basis. I searched my mind trying to think of something to justify my presence; Cathy saved me the trouble.
“Wanna go to a party tonight?” I had only been to one real party in my life and I had at least gotten a day to become accustomed to the people that were there beforehand. My social skills had become dull in the past few months and Cathy noticed my hesitation. “You don’t have to go if you’ll feel uncomfortable. It’s just some frat party, no big deal.” I decided it couldn’t hurt and maybe I’d actually meet some potential comrades so I told her I would go. Cathy smiled, a corner of her mouth rising higher than the other and as we left she lit a camel sending a scent of comfort my way.
Cathy introduced me to more guys than I could remember and I ended up calling them all Joe by the end of the night. The alcohol flowed as freely as the top 40 music however I steered clear of the flat beer. Most of the time was spent learning drinking games and card games that would never stay in memory. When the party started to thin out and I had to concentrate to walk I reunited with Cathy in somebody’s empty bedroom.
“Hey,” the word came out elongated and slurred when it was meant to be short. I ended up collapsing next to Cathy on an old blown-out couch while she finished off a square. Lighting up too more simultaneously I stared like a moth at the fiery red glow until they were separated. Giving up on talking we enjoyed the smoky stillness as the sun crept in through faded blinds.
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