Gyrating bodies moved around me as I fought to move into the kitchen. All I wanted was a fucking drink, not to join into the almost orgy that was the living room. Thin layers of clothes were the only thing stopping it from becoming a porn directors dream shoot. Finally I catch a glimpse of the coveted table that contained about every bottle of booze a liquor store contains that’s under twenty bucks. Stumbling I finally touch the cheap plastic table and I grab a bottle of whiskey, there was no way in hell I was going to fight my way back here again. Seeing a clearing in the crowd towards my right I dart through it.