My body catches up to my brain as I stare completely stone faced, and mortified. Why am I still just standing here! I can only think of one logical thing to do in this situation. Pretend I'm blind. I hold my hands out in front of myself, feeling around until I find the door frame, and try to look at him like I can't see him and speak into the room like I'm blind as a damn bat and haven't just witnessed what's happening in front of me. "Hello? Is anyone in here? Is this the bathroom?" I ask praying I sound casual and curious and not like I want to claw my own eyes out of my face. His brows shoot up, and he sucks in a sharp breath, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip with a smile as he rolls his head back against the wall and watches with me heavy lidded eyes, while the girl seems to become more enthusiastic and vigorous about her current situation. "I probably have the wrong room, this always happens" I lie helplessly, trying not to show the reaction my insides are having to the way he's watching me on my face. The girl still either hadn't noticed me, or doesn't care, but I wish that fucking smirky idiot would stop staring at me. I think I'm about to vomit and that's the only thing that could make this moment more of a shit show than it already is. He doesn't reply to me, and I look around the room and tap my foot against the floor, feeling my heart slam in my chest before I shrug my shoulder, wanting to kick my own ass for how high pitch and cracked my voice comes out. "Nope there's carpet in here, not the bathroom, I'll just have to keep looking - which is ironic, because I'm blind. Haaaa!" I wheeze out an awkward laugh to myself, blowing out a raspberry through my lips, screwing my face up. "The search for a bathroom continues I guess" I reach blindly for the door, willing my legs to move as I rush out, and slam it closed behind me. Once it's closed, I punch my fists frantically in the air around my head, jumping back and forth on my feet like in having a fit, whisper screaming 'What the actual fuck is wrong with me!" Of course something like this would happen. It wouldn't be me leaving the house without some kind of horrifying embarrassing experience to give me a mild heart attack. I know Frankie and Alex are friends with some colourful people, and they're the furthest thing from shy but Jesus Christ who just smirks at someone when they get busted trying to punch a girl in the throat with their dick. I don't get people, I really don't. This is why I prefer dogs. I rub my hands over my face, groaning as I hiss another 'fucking hell' into my hands. There is not enough vodka in the world for that shit I just witnessed. And pretending I'm blind? Really brain? That was the first fucking idea you had? To be fair in that moment I really did wish I was blind, never wanted to be Stevie Wonder more in my 26 years of existing. This is why I don't socialise, I'm handicapped in that area and this moment proves that. Guess hiding in the rooms is out of the question, I'm way too damn traumatised to open another door, god knows what I'll find next. I make my way back down the staircase, muttering to myself with wide shocked eyes like a lunatic about what just happened. I look around the house and notice the back patio doors, and make a rush to them - guess this is my next best option. I grab a can of some kind of alcohol from a tub of ice on my way out, planning to inhale it and hope that can somehow wipe my memory of the last five minutes. Or maybe I can knock myself unconscious with it, I'm fine with either. I push through the patio doors, finding a spot on the deck, leaning against the wall away from the people congregated out there smoking under the string of fairy lights and Tiki Torches. I suck in a deep breath, cracking open the can and bringing it to my lips, sculling large gulps too fast to even register the taste before its half empty and I pull it away, and then I grimace and look at the label on the can. Rum and Coke. I fucking hate rum. But I'll take anything right now. Consider me Captain Jack Sparrow because I will drink this shit like water until I forget what I just saw. I can't get those fucking eyes out of my head, and I'm so confused as to why I was so momentarily frozen by them, they were bewitching and entrancing, it was too dim in the room to notice the colour but the essence they had was like being sucked into a vortex. I hope I never have to see those eyes with their weird Voodoo bullshit or that taunting smirk on that bastards head ever again, I don't even know what the hell happened. I think maybe I was just stunned, similar to when a bird flies into a window and lays there dazed until it register what's going on. That's what happened, his eyes just stunned me - I mean the situation, that stunned me. Jesus I'd give anything to be bird that flew headfirst into a window and have a concussion right now. I take another large gulp from the can, finishing off the rest of it and screw my nose up at the sweet bitter taste of the drink. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, swallowing the burp of fizz that comes up my throat, and cough slightly, placing can on the ground and leaning back against the wall and lean my head up to look at the sky through the sheer chiffon material draped over the wooden beams of the roof of the deck. I stand there for a while, trying to wrap my head around everything, and crease my brows shaking my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Come on Drew, you'll have fun tonight Drew, people aren't as bad as you think Drew" I say to myself repeating what Frankie has been saying to me all night, mocking his voice but somehow making him sound like Mrs. Doubtfire. "You need to meet new people Drew" I continue to mock in a whiny voice, throwing my hands out in front of myself "What's the worst that could happen Drew?" Yeah Frankie, this has been so much fun, a fucking blast. I've only wanted to gouge out my own eyes and throw myself down a flight of stairs, it's been fucking thrilling. "You know, the first sign of insanity is talking to yourself" A deep accent laced voice drawls in amusement next to me, grabbing my attention as I snap my head to the direction of it and I nearly take a running jump over the railing of the deck. That fucking smirk. My breath catches in my throat as I get trapped in the provocative stare of those all consuming eyes again and mutter in annoyed disbelief under my breath, thinking this night couldn't get any worse. "You've got to be fucking kidding me"