Also, because I need 500 characters to make a chapter (and because I don't want to put up absolutely nothing), I'll leave a short reddit writing prompt piece below. This has nothing to do with the story, so feel free to ignore it.

[Prompt: You possess the power of telekinesis but only when you're drunk. This is your first time learning this.]

Fire conjuring, physical strengthening, invisible barriers, teleportation, mind-reading…and that’s only scratching the surface.

“Ah, fak it!” I yell as I slam my plastic red cup onto the ping-pong table.

Drunken jeers assault me on all sides. Unfamiliar voices, all of them. My eyes shift left and right as I search for the one who invited me to this party. Jeremy, the culprit, is busy lifting a couch filled with squealing girls. College girls. His shit-eating grin is infectious. So much so that I can’t blame him for leaving me alone. Besides, even a normal high schooler wouldn’t be able to get into a party like this, let alone a cripple like me. I should be grateful that Jeremy’s friends let us in.

I should be, but right now I’m a little angry.

“Yo, I can’t believe mah little J brought a cripple with him!” Some mouth-breather guffaws. I can’t remember his name, so I’ll call him Chad.

I feign a smile while raising my ping-pong ball.

“Well, this cripple’s bout to beat you in…shit.”

Another miss brings out another round of laughter from the other side. Chad grins devilishly as he tosses his ball into my sixth cup. His throw was wide, but a sudden gust of wind pushed it into the goal. Story of my fucking night. I can’t call him out. I don’t want to hear his fake indignant tone anymore.

“Drink up, cripple.”

It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t sound so fucking pleased with himself. Is it really fun to cheat like that? The woman by his shoulder giggles and I figure he must be doing something right.

After my sixth cup, I’m feeling pretty woozy. I consider storming off, but something holds me back. Now that I think about it, I’m actually not all that upset. In fact, all of the sudden I’m feeling really good.

“You like that, huh?” I point at the woman. “Then this is really going to get you wet.”

I spin my ping-pong ball on the tip of my finger and then let it fly. There’s no arc and no bounce. The ball zips straight into the cup closest to her and the resulting splash curves unnaturally into her dress.

She shrieks while Chad stares at me with wide eyes. I ignore him and lick my lips seductively at his partner.

“Fucking fluke.” He growls, tossing another ball towards my cups.

Wind corrects his ball’s course, but it never reaches its target. I flick my finger and the ball does a loop in mid-air. Chad’s face is priceless as his ball falls into one of his own cups.

“Chad!” The woman yells. “Are you going to let that little shit get away with this?”

“Of course not, babe.”

Chad, who apparently really is named Chad, frowns. The air in the room seems to be moving strangely, but I couldn’t care less. I raise my hand and wave my fingers.

“Bring it on, Chad. Right now, I’m feeling invincible.”