Andrew

Had been invited to the party by a friend of Ian’s. Truthfully, Andrew had never liked parties; They were loud, smelly and everyone became the most annoying person at once the moment the music started to play. Regardless, he had been coaxed out of his dorm room when his roommate mentioned the special feature of the night's events: A rare showing of an even rarer cartoon once thought to be lost to history. That had seemed appealing to Andrew at the time, but sitting here amongst all these talking people of different tones and pitches, he dizzily wondered if it would really be worth all the noise. 

Had he drunk anything? Andrew had never had alcohol in his life, so probably not; He was probably just nervous, but he’d never felt this much anticipation from just noise and lights and colors. No, he was shaking from the anticipation of seeing history. He had always wanted to be part of something special, and seeing something thought to be lost? That was special and that was history. So redoubling his efforts, he braced against the flashing lights and high pitched sounds, forced his stomach to settle itself and  meekly tried to make conversation with one or two people, but things fell flat by the third sentence.

Hunkered down in one of many living rooms – he had thought it would be a small party, he hadn’t known the host's parents were loaded – he watched the tv trying to read the time on the small red digital clock that barely stands out against the screen. He stood up as he heard cheering and Ian’s voice in another room. Anxious to not miss the big event and as he steps into the central room he feels so intoxicated that he cheers along with everyone else. His anxieties lifted by liquid courage he