Free Angst by Victoria Sawyer Page B

Apparently this is a true “guys” house. Nasty! But
who gives a fuck? Everyone I see has a Solo cup, beer or a shot glass in
hand and from the noise emanating from the basement, there’s a rager going on. I’m
definitely ready to partay.
    “We look hot,” whispers Hannah as we pass a group of girls
in various costumes who give us side eye glances, their stuck-up, withering
expressions raking over us. Feast your eyes, girls , I think, feeling
pretty damn good.
    As we make our way to the stairs leading to the basement, I
can’t help but overhear a conversation between a half-naked Little Red Riding
Hood and a slutty pirate wench with a large grey plastic cutlass.
    “Did you see Jared and Andy McKinley?” asks Little Red
Riding Hood with a sneer, adjusting her white thigh high stockings.
    “No, what are they dressed up as?” replies the slutty wench,
swiping her cutlass through the air, the clueless blonde of the two.
    “Oh my God, you won’t believe how hot they look. They are
dressed up as Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer from Top Gun.”
    “You mean like flight suits or camo or something?” asks the
pirate wench, watching her sword swipe through the air, almost sloshing her
beer from her red Solo cup in the process.
    “No, the volleyball scene. Neither of them is wearing a
shirt, all they have on is dog tags, sunglasses and shorts. They’re soooo
fuck-worthy,” says Red, looking like she’s about to swoon. Just then her
friend’s beer spills onto her leg and she jumps back. “Jesus, Jess, watch your
fuckin cup, bitch…you fuckin spilled on me!” she shrieks, glaring at her
friend.
    I barely notice this last display because the name Jared
McKinley is pinging around in my mind and suddenly I feel high. Isn’t that the
name of the guy from the store a few weeks ago? Isn’t it? Intrigued, my pulse
rate spikes sending hot adrenaline flowing through me. I need to catch a
glimpse of these hot guys and see if this Jared is the same hottie from the
store. He must be, how many hot Jared McKinley’s can there be in the area? And
if Hot Jared has a brother… OMG .
    We’re at the top of the stairs to the basement now and the
music is much louder and I’m super excited, forgetting to panic, hoping for
another encounter with Jared, feeling a flush of sizzling heat rush to my
cheeks. The going is pretty slow, but soon the dimly lit but large open
basement comes into view and there are people everywhere in every imaginable
costume. I can see plenty of skank-ass hoes dancing, while other groups of guys
and girls are yelling to be heard over the music, laughing and holding red cups
filled with beer or other beverages. I try to point out a dude dressed as a
hilarious Super Mario with a huge oversized mustache, but the music is so loud
that Hannah doesn’t hear me even though she’s right next to me. There’s another
guy totally owning a red Elmo costume, holding a huge bong and I choke on my
laugh as I get blasted with smoke that smells yeasty and burnt, like gross old
ciggys and spilt beer.
    I step down, the crowd finally moving a bit and now the
slutty hoe-bags are easier to see. I study them, seeing sexy nurses, school
girls, cops, celebrities, harem girls, fairies and more, and the guys that I
can see are dressed up as pimps, cops, cowboys, and movie characters. Toward
the back of the room, drinking games have been set up. Flip cup, beer pong,
quarters, and everything in between.
    I’m scanning the room when suddenly I focus on two guys
without shirts on at the beer pong table. Holy shit! I can’t wait to get
closer and see what they really look like. Since I’m so caught up and not paying
attention, I trip on some trash, my toe stuck in some kind of goo and I wobble,
quickly grabbing the rickety hand rail to keep from falling in my heels. I look
around hoping no one saw and then laugh to myself. Shit’s nasty…now where’s
the beer?
    Finally we’ve made it to the bottom of the stairs and push
our way to the