My Short Story - part 3

We reach the party at Neil's house, it's loud and messy; his mother's rose bushes already filled with empty beer cups. I walk up to the house with Phoebe at my side; I can feel her excitement building, her big personality already shining through. As we reach the hallway, the students from other schools push through the different rooms. Some are yelling to each other, others already making out on the stairwell. A tall guy from our school approaches Phoebe and me; it's Neil. He hands us both a paper cup with a bubbly brown liquid. I can instantly smell the alcohol. Phoebe & I both drink as we walk through the house, meeting new people in each room. I get handed a bottle of vodka whilst I'm sitting on the couch with Phoebe.  I pass it to her, not wanting to get drunk again.
"You're such a wimp Louise" Phoebe says in a condescending tone.
I look at her, about to argue; when I snatch the bottle from her hand & take a swing. Instantly by mind and body get warmer. The feeling, it makes me forget about everything happening, forget everyone around me. So I take another sip, then another; each drop of the spirit taking me higher than the last. I stand unsteadily and run to the bathrooms. I feel terrible, wanting to throw up everything from earlier that day; the alcohol beginning to make me weary. I decide it's time to go home.