January 1, 2363

Travis took me to a party some of his high school friends were throwing for New Years. From what Travis told me, it sounded promising, but in reality, there was only weak earth alcohol available at first. When his friends saw I was half Klingon, they were quick to offer to buy better stuff if I wanted to give guidance.

Knowing I was more than capable of taking care of myself, Travis let me decide if I wanted him to come with me on the booze buying trip. I let him stay at the party. His friend charged with paying for whatever I selected, a terrible flirt and terribly unattractive, kept making lame and flawed references to the Klingon culture in an attempt to hit on me. He shut up pretty quickly when I mentioned off hand I wasn't fond of that side of my lineage.

When the big talking friend couldn't afford any of the good blood wine the store we were at had to offer, I bought a bottle myself. Granted, they were charging for a bottle of okay blood wine what a 2309 would go for on Qo'noS, so I was mildly annoyed. I did point out some less expensive acceptable alternatives, and he eventually settled on Andorian Ale. I suppose being part of the federation makes its import cheaper on a federation world.

We returned to the party, and Travis came up to me with a glass of blue alcohol I didn't recognize, insisting I had to try it if I hadn't before. He called it Romulan Ale, something I'd only heard of. Someone had a parent who worked in Starfleet security and occasionally brought home a bottle when it was seized from someone coming to earth, and so a bottle was “borrowed” from this parent for the party. It packed a bit of a punch, and could be worth drinking unlike the rest of the drivel I'd seen at the party.

The Andorian Ale and Blood Wine were added to the alcohol table, and the party continued. I know Travis had introduced me as his girlfriend, but the guy who'd run with me for the alcohol either didn't care or didn't understand, as he kept hitting on me. His name's Sam Garrick, and I wouldn't be surprised if this was the guy Travis' last girlfriend cheated on him with, simply because his whole goal in life seemed to be getting whatever Travis had. The stories I'd heard about their time together in high school, their dating history, and such, screamed of Sam trying to take away from Travis anything he could.

Sam even had the tackiness to “invent” a mixed drink to name after me. He called it a Dizzy Damnation. It's a mix of Blood Wine, 151 Rum, Jack Daniels Whiskey and Romulan Ale. I wasn't brave enough to drink it because I was afraid of my blood wine being ruined by the earth drinks, and the Romulan Ale just was the wrong flavor to meld with any of the rest of it. Sam downed the cup he was offering me in one gulp, then passed out under the table. I rolled him onto his side with my foot so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit, then proceeded to ignore him.

The party was pretty simple in concept, spend hours getting shit faced drunk, yell, scream and shout at midnight, maybe even kiss someone if you had someone to do that with, then stumble home drunk or pass out on you host's couch or floor.

After the hangover at Mara's wedding, I think Travis learned his lesson about moderation with blood wine, as he hardly touched the stuff. After he saw my reaction to the Romulan ale, he also treated it with the same reserve. I was proud of him, I wasn't looking forward to helping him through another hang over.

As midnight was approaching, he took me to the roof of his friend's house, and we rung in the new year having the most awesome and violent sex we'd ever had. I could hear the drunken yelling and shouting from everywhere around us, but I didn't care because I was very much wrapped up in the glow of awesome sex.

His friends seem to have heard us, as when we came back from the roof there were choruses of congratulations and jealousy. No one intended to make me feel bad for what we had done, and I found myself thriving from the attention. Travis flushed red with embarrassment, and I grinned wickedly at him, then kissed him roughly in front of his friends. This received a rowdy and drunken cheer, and even a few wolf whistles, which only got louder as I grabbed his ass and continued to kiss him.

When he finally broke free of me, Travis warned me he was going to have to take me then and there if I didn't cool it, so I told him to quit teasing. I didn't think he could get any redder, but he managed it.

I wasn't able to provoke him into anymore fun, and we got home about 1am. He curled up and fell asleep right away, and I took this chance to write in my journal.