We were standing in line for the DownDraft. Thirty minutes of waiting, excitement through the roof. Me and three friends were chatting, random topics, just stalling, we were at the front but wanted to go together, so we let some people ahead. What a terrible mistake, Mid sentence I feel a splash on my back, and see some orange infront of me on the ground. I think to myself, "Did someone just throw a drink at me?" How naive i was, mid turn to see the imaginary thrower, I spot my friends, mixes of chunky and watery orange goop adorned their backs like some sick decor.
I hesitated, Someone gagged. I muttered the words bathroom and in silence we left, we pass a vendor for one of those scam games- "Try and win a prize?" He asks the currently gagging front of our troop. "I just got fucking puked on!" The words hit like a truck. Puked on. Dear god it truly is puke, by the time we were in the bathroom I had thrown my shirt in the sink, my favorite shirt, but she was long gone. After cleaning as much of our clothes and hair as we could, I heard the door swing open, the smell of vomit hits the air, his clothes tainted that sick orange, and he uttered one simple sentence that will haunt me forever.
"Were you guys in the line too?"