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Disclaimer: I would say that I owned DP, but sadly, I’d get sued…..So, I guess I don’t own it.
…..I have no idea what I was thinking when I thought of this. However, notice the rating to this story. So, please don’t get the wrong idea!
From what I’m thinking, I’m gonna make this a mini story. You know, maybe three or four chapters?
By the way, this is going to be slightly AU, meaning that Sam and Danny never met before.
Rather than that, I think you’ll enjoy this.
Theoretically Illogical
It was a party, alright. There was music, dancing, and enough alcohol to blow up a gas station.
But that was normal for a college party, right?
Sam’s violet eyes scanned the overly crowded apartment room in mild disgust. How did my roommate manage to drag me into this? she wondered. I should have just stayed back at my apartment. At least I could have found something halfway productive to do...
She looked at the clock sitting on the table next to her. 10:03 P.M. Great, it’s only been one hour and nearly half of the people here are too intoxicated to complete rational thought.
Joy.
Perhaps Sam’s biggest misfortune was the fact that her roommate had the keys to their apartment and the car that they shared.
Not a comforting thought. Sam looked over at her drunk roommate, Tia, who was dancing with some guy like a deranged Pinocchio.
Even less of a comforting thought.
Then again, extremely idiotic dancing is a side-effect to drinking.
Sam distantly looked around the room again. It seemed as though most of the people there were experiencing such a fate. Others seemed to have been wiped off the map entirely.
Sam turned around to see Tia jogging up to her with a smile on her face.
“Guess what?” she asked.
“You won the lottery?” Sam replied jokingly.
“Close, but no.”
“Then what is it?”
“Well, you know my friend, Dave?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied casually, her brain recognizing the name. "He's the one with bleached hair, right?"
Her roommate nodded. “He’s throwing a party at his apartment on Saturday, and invited us to come!” Tia said with glee.
In reply, Sam face faulted, her infamous frown replacing her smile. “Tia, you know I don’t like to go to parties. I mean, I’m not exactly Miss Social.”
“But, Sam! You have to come!”
“Why? Chances are there’s going to be alcohol, which means-”
“We’re twenty-two, Sam. I highly doubt we can get in trouble.”
“But what if there are minors at the party? That means we would still be liable. And in plus, I’m not a social person. You know that.”
Tia gave Sam her best puppy -eyes face (and Sam had to admit: it was pretty convincing.) “Please? I’ll talk to Dave about the drinks, and you know literally all of the other Juniors in this place. All you’d have to do is some small talk and you’d end up with a group of friends by the end of the party. Just give it a chance!” her roommate pleaded desperately.
Sam sighed in defeat.. She's probably just going to bug me until I give in anyway...“All right, all right," she finally surrendered, "I’ll-” She was cut off when Tia squealed happily and hugged her.
Shouts of “Tequila!” could be heard over the music, and Sam scoffed at their idiocy, forming a degrading opinion about some of Tia's friends.
But then, she thought morbidly, what was I expecting?
Sighing, Sam stood up and walked over to the food table and poured herself a cup of punch. Yet as she went to pour herself some, she noticed that their were two crystals bowls full of punch. Strangely, both bowls of drinks looked the same, and Sam thought nothing of it.
As soon as she took the first sip, though, she noticed something different about the punch.
It tasted like a really fruity punch, and it burned ever so slightly going down her throat. Her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought, soaking in the odd, yet satisfying taste of the punch.
It tasted good. Sinfully good, in fact.
And so, in almost no time at all, Sam downed the whole cup. She smiled as her stomach warmed from the liquid.
Huh...I wonder what kind of punch this is...Sam went back to the table and poured another cup. Whatever this is though, it tastes great...
And that cup led to another cup, and perhaps another. Eventually, it led to so many cups that Sam lost count, and eventually, her ability to count was lost.
By that time, Sam was beginning to feel…happy. That was a big deal for her, considering everything.
Heck, she even was beginning to dance to the music…
Exactly
She turned around to dance with that dude she was dancing with earlier-she couldn’t exactly remember who he was-and found out that she wasn’t really dancing with anyone.
Oh well! Sam thought, still twirling around and moving her body with the beat of the music. This was so much fun! She felt so….free!
“Tequila!” She called out again, only to realize it wasn’t time to say that just yet….
Oops! She giggled, twirling again to the music.
“Refills! Anybody want refills!” Tia’s voice rang out over the music as she passed out purple and gold colored drinks.
Sam turned around to face Tia with a totally new alcohol-induced light. “Tia!” She said, grabbing a golden drink. “What a great party!”
“I’m happy you,” Tia hiccupped, “like it!” She stumbled on her way to the food table to set down the extra drinks.
Sam just stood there for a second, trying to regain some balance. And that seemed to get harder and harder with every passing minute.
Stupid ground...it won't stay still! she thought grudgingly.
She played with the hem of her black velvet tank top as she listened in on a conversation.
“-An Olympic sized pool for the apartments. It’s at the back and their opening it for the party!” some guy explained to his friend.
Sam smiled and walked over to the apartment door. She was gonna go to this pool. After all, swimming was the perfect way to end a party!
Wait a minute, I don’t have a suit! Sam just mentally shrugged. Oh well.
She breathed in the night air and giggled once more. This is the most fun I’ve had since…forever!
She straightened her black bell bottom pants as she stood out in the middle of the road.
Now, where did they say that pool was? Oh, yeah! They said it was back at my apartment!
Sam began walking in the middle of the road, trying to find her apartment.
Yet her sight became another obstacle as her vision blurred. She staggered, and the world swam in circles around her, leading her to believe that the ground held some sort of grudge against her.
It was then that she got the brillant idea to look up, and she saw a random guy walking on the other side of the road. “Excuse me? Do you know where my apartment is?” She slurred to him.
His ice blue eyes flickered her way, and he walked towards her. “Are you okay?” he asked in a tenor-ish voice.
Her memory became worse in that moment. She suddenly couldn’t remember anything anymore. Things became hazy, almost like a dream…
But sadly, she couldn’t get back to sleep. She felt too awful to fall back asleep.
Sam cracked open an eye and immediately wished she hadn’t. Her dilated eyes took in way too much light from the window.
Well, at least I made it back to my apartment……..she thought in slight relief.
Ugh, I feel horrible. Maybe I should take an aspirin or something.
It was then that Sam noticed she was on a couch. Hmm, I must have fallen asleep like that last night.
She shakingly pulled herself up, rubbing her temples due to her extreme headache.
Oh my God, that party! What was in that punch?
Sam finally focused on her surroundings.
And she finally realized that her apartment didn’t have that type of décor. Nor did they have a couch in that certain place. Or those space posters on the wall.
It wasn’t her apartment.
Fully alert, or as alert as she could be in her situation, she turned her head towards the kitchen, hoping her eyes were deceiving her.
That hope was apparently too much to ask for.
A guy was sitting the kitchen, reading some book. Suddenly, he looked over in her direction with his ice blue eyes.
Sam panicked. Oh my God! Where am I? Who’s that!
What happened last night?
And so, Sam did the first thing she could think of.
She screamed.
Okay, people, I’m gonna ask: What did you think? Do you like it? Do you want me to continue?
I really did work hard on this, and so I’d really appreciate some feedback.
Please no flames.
Lightning Streak