The hall was well decorated. They did a great job making it look like a real club. The floor looked to be glass and water beneath it. Neon lights flashed violently across the dance floor. There was food, snacks and drinks.
There was no DJ or speakers. In this society, speakers could be incorporated with the house structure, if you asked for it. At the same time, every building was soundproof.
There were no professors around, the party would absolutely be unsupervised. Which Kiro thought was insane, they were still teenagers after all. As much as evolved human brains matured at 16, evolved teenage hormones still ran rampant.
The music blasted so loudly, he could feel it vibrating in his chest. Kiro cursed internally. His first party had to be one where he couldn't even enjoy it. He started to think that whoever sent him back here, was having fun with his life.
This party's purpose was so new students knew each other and formed connections and bonds. Kiro and Hiro felt really out of place. They just really thought they could've been using this time killing monsters, taking stress out on monsters seemed like a good way to go.
Both of them felt that they didn't belong. The rich kids were wearing grand clothes, while theirs paled in comparison. Of course they weren't the only kids from the slums in the freshers batch.
There were 4, including them. But it looked like the other 2 were errand boys of the rich, so they didn't get the chance to mingle with them.
"I'll go get us some drinks." Hiro shouted. He knew his friend was in a pickle, so he had to be the one who took initiative tonight. He was already of age, but he wouldn't drink when his friend wasn't.
Kiro simply nodded. He stood rooted in one place. He felt that this was only necessary because rich kids had to establish relationships. He felt sick at how everything was centered around rich people.
'I feel like I should have a grander goal,' he silently pondered. The society he lived in wasn't a good one, change needed to happen.
A dark skinned girl walked over to him, she was almost the same height he was. So she had no problem reaching for his ear as she whispered.
"My name is Ursa, what's yours?"
'Personal space much?' He was startled, when he noticed how she was dressed he got a bit agitated.
He was also suspicious as to why a pretty girl like her would talk to him, he replied nonetheless.
"Kiro."
He looked around to see whether Hiro was anywhere near, to save him from this. Not only was his mood sour, he had no idea how to talk to girls who weren't Isla or Saanvi.
The girl was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but Kiro didn't care about that right now. The girl had two drinks in hand and gave one to Kiro. He was unsure but he took it anyway, and gulped it down. He then realised there was alcohol in it.
"Hey what are you playing at? I can't drink."
"Oops. I won't tell if you won't," she said giggling and winked at him.
He frowned. 'Who is this girl and why did she just feed me alcohol? she knows how strict the laws are.'
He was scared to death, he had heard stories about underage drinking they weren't pleasant at all. The drink seemed to make him relax a bit, the drink had a kick that shouldn't be served at this party.
"You'll get me in trouble," he said feeling a little light. The burden that weighed on him seemed to vanish.
"What's life without a little bit of trouble."
Kiro scoffed. A little bit? She must be a rich brat. His troubles at the moment were a mountain. Though thanks to the drink they didn't weigh him down.
Ursa leaned closer to him, the action alone made him sober up a little bit.
"What are you doing?"
"Kissing you obviously. You have such pretty blue eyes, wish I could look in them forever." She leaned closer and smooched his cheek because Kiro looked the other way so his lips weren't available.
"Thanks. I guess?"
He thought nothing of this strange behaviour, he talked with Ursa about a lot of things. Turned out she was from a rich family, she lived in the middle district.
The middle district housed a lot of millionaire families, she was one of them. She lived in area 8, which meant her family was high up there.
Kiro didn't reveal much about his life. As much as he was out of it, his brain refused to air out his dirty laundry.
Hiro came back 30 minutes later and saw that his friend had loosened up and was talking to a girl, so he walked right past to find Saanvi again.
He didn't notice anything amiss, he was just glad his friend was having a bit of fun. Although he found it strange that, the girl that sat with him wasn't Isla. He shrugged it off.
Kiro hadn't seen Isla the whole night, he didn't know whether to feel sad or relieved. He had treated her poorly, he felt a tinge of regret. The alcohol made him think things like these, he found himself missing Isla and he didn't know what to do with that.
'Are we even so close that I'd even miss her?' He wondered. He'd been avoiding her for days. 'So I guess it's normal?'
He didn't know it, but Isla had been watching him from afar. It felt like the first time she met them, as she couldn't approach him this time either.
Around midnight, he wanted to turn in, the girl offered to accompany him. She wasn't as hammered as he was. Getting up was a struggle, his legs felt like wet spaghetti. He only had that one drink but he was out of it.
'Strange. Is alcohol supposed to be this strong? If so, I don't think I'll ever drink again. I hate not being in control.'
The girl helped him to his room. He still had to be the one to open the door and it was a real struggle. She put him on his bed.
She looked at the kid who was now passed out cold, whom she had drugged him.
"Nothing personal Kiro Waynworth." She started stripping him.