Chapter 17.4: The High and the Wasted

AUGUST

Ambrose took giant leaps that it was almost impossible for my sluggish ass to catch up to him. My head seemed to spin for a while as I tried walking at a faster pace. I saw him enter the front door of the house. By the time I got inside, I can’t see a sign of Ambrose anywhere because there are so many drunk people blocking the way. I don’t know if I was just so focused on following Ambrose that my ears aren’t cooperating with the reality of the noise inside the house. Or maybe they just decided to tone the music down to a lower level since it’s already getting deeper into the night that it might disturb the whole neighborhood. My eyes roamed throughout the dim panorama of the house hoping to see any signs of Ambrose but I couldn’t get a proper look. There are a lot of head popping in and out even though I tried to specifically look for someone with a long mullet. The lights were still flashing a