Emily POV
The quiet party quickly stopped being quiet. As a few hours passed and more and more alcohol was in people's blood, things were starting to get out of control without anyone caring. There were already unbuttoned shirts, dresses being pulled up, too much noise, and substances I didn't recognize hanging around.
I didn't want to sound like a party pooper, since this wasn't my house and they weren't my friends, but such an environment made me feel uncomfortable. While I wasn't one of the holier-than-thou, I wasn't one of the more experienced ones either, and the fact that I didn't know anyone made me feel more of a weirdo.
"Everything okay?" Even more awkward than before, Michael sits down next to me awkwardly stinking up the atmosphere with pure alcohol. "I don't see you having fun, friend!" He exclaims as he extends a drink to me.
I hesitate for a few moments whether to receive it or not, that drink could have more than just booze in it but if I didn't I would look rude.
