Know what you're fighting for PART 2
Nat and I are finishing our fourth whiskey when truth or dare begins. "Do we want to play along?" She asks. I nod and we go to the others. At first it's still funny and I know what I do, but with each round everyone gets a shot, and less and less. Natasha, Bucky, Pietro, some drunken police and I are still left. I have no idea what I am doing and what is happening. The only thing I know about the last 45 minutes is that I kissed Natasha that one of those drunken cops, I think his name is Jake threw an empty glass bottle out the window and I messed with Bucky. It somehow felt right. I do not regret coming here.
The cop, who calls himself the best detective Brooklyn, suggests we make a fire extinguisher desk chair race. "What the hell is that? asks Pietro. The detective explains it. "You take two desk chairs and two fire extinguishers and two candidates. The two victims - I mean the two candidates sit on each chair and take each one a fire extinguisher. Then the lane is cleared and a destination determined. The chosen ones turn on the fire extinguishers and the winner is the one who comes first to the finish line. "The first to volunteer are Natasha and Steve. "3,2,1 GO!" Everyone screams as the race starts. Nat wins. Next, I'll get in touch. Bucky also does. "3,2,1 GO!" Everyone shouts again. This time I lose to Bucky. Apparently, I'm better at drinking games. There are still a few people sign up for it.
"WE RAN OUT OF ALCOHOL !!" I suddenly hear this other cop calling. Everyone is shocked. "Let's go to the gas station and bring more!" Shouts this other policewoman, who is a bit scary. I wonder if the cops of the 99th do it that way. Well, I do not know much about the police stations, I think I just heard that the 99th area was almost closed. But such an organization called Gina Zone or something prevented that.
We all go drunk to the gas station. Really all party guests, that's over 40. Wait, no, I'm too drunk, that was the number of shots I had. Or not. Fuck it, I want to party.
Where are we at all, since when are we leaving? I think we are still in the entrance area, a few full idiots do not open the door. "Shit we were locked up!" Cries the policewoman who begins to cry after six drinks. Natasha walks in and slams the glass door with a chair. There are shards everywhere, hopefully nobody is hurt. Everyone goes through the door destroyed by Nat. As I pass by, I realize that the door is actually a window on the ground floor. We seriously missed the door. This is awesome. We just follow somebody. "Does anyone have any idea where we are?" I ask. "I do not think so," replies Bucky.
Natasha suddenly cheers "FOUND! ". "LET'S PART-wait, Amy can you lend me $ 200 for alcohol?" Says Jake. Amy nods. "LET'S PARTY!" After we have the alcohol, we make our way back. But nobody finds the way back. We decided that we should go to Central Park, no idea why, somebody suggested it that way. Everyone takes a taxi, which also takes a while. Somehow, I and Bucky end up together in the same taxi and we kiss. It was this indescribably beautiful feeling, as if everything was perfect. In the taxi time flew by, we got out at Central Park.
We forgot the meeting place and now walk aimlessly through Central Park until he takes my hand and brings me to a little lighted spot. He says he was always here in the 40s. It is wonderful here. Suddenly we notice loud music, apparently we are not so far away from the party. When we arrive there, some are already gone. Apparently we missed a lot. I just have no sense of time. We'll have a drink with Nat and Steve and go back to the apartment. Pietro left when we were at the gas station.
We'll go by taxi again, this time I'm going with Natasha. When we arrive at the apartment, we realize what happened to the window. This time, we notice and use the door. Nat lives one floor below me and Pietro, I say goodbye to her, since it is now four in the morning, and all go to sleep. Steve is already in his and Bucky's apartment, I'm just about to go to my apartment when Bucky just comes out.
(Conversation between Bucky and Wanda)
Bucky: Hey.
Wanda: Hey.
Bucky: Wanda, because of what happened ...
Wanda: Let's talk about it better if we do not have alcohol left, good night.
Bucky: Okay, good night.
(Conversation ends)
I go to my room, put on my makeup and put on my short, crimson pajamas. I do not know what that was tonight, I do not know what it will be but I do not regret anything. I just want to know if it's worth fighting for.