I took a sip of the amber-colored drink that you handed me, vaguely caring what it was but mostly concerned with the deafening music that was consuming my whole entire being and vibrating inside of me, thump thump thump. For a split second my thoughts turned to the notion of you in my bed within me and my cheeks turned a shade of red that hopefully was not noticeable in the dark backyard of some house that belonged to someone neither of us knew. So I took that sip and it burned my throat with such a pleasant feeling that made me cringe anyway and made you smile and made me down the rest in one gulp. In the back of my mind I knew you were still mostly a stranger to me, an unusual boy I had met only a few weeks prior. You could have been the type of person to spike my drink, to use me for your adolescent desires, just to toss me aside the morning after or the minutes after or even during the god damned act. This all ran through my mind at a dizzy speed that I suppose was recognized by my brain but not comprehended in a way that would make me stop doing anything I was doing. Besides, it was too busy trying to stop my heart from beating out of my chest as you grabbed my free hand so tight and firm, forcing my body closer to yours. Our body heat began to mingle.