Beer Stomachs

I was first at a house filling up on as many snacks as possible like chips and dip. Then some pets came by and I began to play with them. Looked like an all white pet/dog with an arctic seal costume chilling in my friend’s backpack all bashful. I was with my sibling and my ex trying to buy a game on the switch for all of us to play. For some reason my ex was upset with me and left to the other room away from me and I was done with everything too so I went and grabbed a bunch of beers, downing them like nothing because I “needed” to. I just wanted to get drunk. She then ignored me the whole party and left moments later. I went to grab another beer but kids and parents started to chime in and I had to hide all my beers and drunkenness. Then we were in this big lower basement with tables and a big food court which I raided like an animal. I took two plates with me filled with pasta and shrimps. People said they were sorta low/decent quality food and that my drunkness blinded me of its mediocrity but I didn’t care, I couldn’t stop eating. My siblings shit dad came by to judge and give the evil eye to each and every table and it was hard for me to contain my anger. I began ranting how much of a fuckin asshole he is but family members across the room overheard me and tried to shush me, putting their fingers on their lips and hushing at me with concern. I eventually shut myself up with more food. As the food court began to clear out, the group I was with thought it’s time to go and we all waddled away in the dark streets of the Bronx.