Sweet Pandemonium

Saturday night, Halloween, had rolled around a lot quicker than I wanted it to. I stayed up extra late the night before, doing nothing more important then catching up with the last months worth of my favorite TV shows I had set up to record on TiVo.

I finally pulled my ass out of bed around three O'clock in the afternoon, not fully getting motivated until four in the afternoon and three cups of strong, black coffee later.
I began wondering where my days were going, my life had begun to feel like such a waste; an even bigger one than before. I hated to admit it, but I would be glad when I could leave New York and start concentrating on Jackass again.

Now it was seven PM and I was due at Jeff's in an hour. I hadn't even gotten into the shower, let alone done my hair, got dressed or started on my makeup. I would without a doubt be late; fashionably late, I decided, telling myself that so I would feel better. I hoped Jeff wouldn't mind too much.

Eight PM rolled around and I was almost ready, standing in front of my bathrooms full length mirror, I couldn't help but admire the way I looked in this amazing costume.

When I finally rang the doorbell to Jeff's house at 8:30 PM, I was greeted by Steve-O dressed as a clown. He was laughing as he threw the door open, drunken and wildly, he turned to me and stopped, staring at me with wide eyes as if he'd never seen me before.

"Wow, Angel?" He began, slurring his words. "Is that you?"
"Yeah," I laughed, the party had been going on for only a half and hour and he was already well beyond buzzed. "It's me Steve."

"You look, just, wow." Steve opened his arms widely, grabbing me and bringing me in for a hug, he held me for a good long time, rocking back and forth as if swaying to some unheard music. I glanced around the room, trying to find anyone who could help me or supply an distraction so I could get away from him; terrified he would spill his beer down the back of my dress, I quickly let him go.

"It's good to see you too, Steve." I laughed, taking a step inside and immediately feeling my face go hot and red as most of the eyes in the room adverted to my direction.

The men in the room, my friends and colleagues, all stared at me like I had a second head growing off of my shoulder. A blond haired woman dressed as a Playboy bunny with huge, obviously fake breasts and even worst tan, hung off of Ryan Dunn's arm asking "Whose that?" rather loudly before giving me a death stare.

"That's Angel!" He replied, stepping up to me and grabbing onto both of my hands. "Well well, if our little tomboy hasn't turned into a full fledged woman."
"Thanks Ryan." I rolled my eyes, hugging him and taking in the smell of overdone cologne that I hadn't realized I missed so much until that particular moment.

"Look at you!" He grabbed onto one of the curls that dangled loose from my up-do and gave it a flip. "You look amazing."
"Look at you!" I held out my arms towards him, looking him over in his turquoise scrubs splattered with something bright and red that vaguely resembled blood. "You look so..." I struggled for a word. "Professional?"

Ryan laughed. "I'm a neurosurgeon."
"Sure you are." I replied, laughing along with him. The blond approached from behind and grabbed onto his arm. She looked me up and down with squinted eyes before saying "I like your dress." with a bit of sarcasm in her voice, and then pleaded Ryan to come get a drink with her.

"I'll be there in a second." He brushed her off, obviously more concerned with me; she stuck out her lower lip and crossed her arms in a pout - glaring at me before walking briskly towards the fridge.

"Is that your girlfriend?" I asked him, staring at her as she went.
"For tonight." He smiled, and then looked back at her with a bit of disgust in his eyes. "She's easy."

"By the looks of that costume, I'd assume."
"Meh," He shrugged, looking disappointed with himself. "A fuck is a fuck, right?"
"I guess," I replied, not wanting to admit that I had no idea what he was talking about. I had never slept with someone I didn't have at least a bit of feelings for. "But you can do so much better."

"Yeah, I know," He forced a laugh, grabbing onto my hands again as if he didn't want to let go. "But you're already taken."
"Oh yeah?" I said, a bit confused. I wondered how many people Jeff had told. "By who?"
"By Johnny?" He asked, as unsure as I.
"Johnny?" I replied, both of us dumbfounded now. "I'm here with Jeff!"

"What?!" Ryan and I sat staring at one another for the time being. We were both trying to ponder the situation until a now completely drunk Steve-O came between us and began to babble about how much he loved us and what we meant to him.

"I should go," Ryan said finally, leaving me to deal with Steve hanging on my shoulder, his beer barely staying in his hand. "I don't want to keep Krystal waiting."
"What is she, a stripper?" I asked, trying to keep Steve standing upright as Ryan walked away.
"Maybe a little!" Ryan called back, using his thumb and pointer finger to show me an inch.

"Angel, dude," Steve slurred, all of his weight on me now that Ryan was gone. "I fucking love you girlie." His beer was spilling all over Jeff's white carpet now, and I feared that I wouldn't be able to hold him much longer. "I've fucking loved you," He was pointing into the distance now, shaking his beer bottle all over the place with no comprehension of what he was doing what so ever. "Since the day I fucking met you."

"That's great Steve." I said, looking around but there was no one in our general area that could, or would be of much use to me.
"Oh god." He stood upright, the hand holding the beer going strait over his stomach. "I'm gonna fucking puke." Steve said, his cheeks starting to swell up and his face turning a slight green.

"Someone help!" I cried, pushing Steve towards the exit. I wasn't about to let him throw up all over Jeff's carpet. I got him towards the door just in time to have him throw up in Jeff's potted plant.
"Oh shit!" I heard from behind me. "Steve-O, you son of a bitch!"
And with that said someone pulled me up by the armpits, dragging me away from Steve. "Ryan, take care of Steve for fucks sake!" They called, and I watched as Ryan ran from his fake blond bitch towards the potted plant and did the best he could to get control of the drunk, puking man.