Micah had been loading up his counters with beer and other various liquors. He didn't buy anything too expensive because that was just a waste of money. But there were a couple of kegs and several bottles of vodka, along with various juices and mixers for making cocktails. Micah had asked one of his buddies to man the drink station so that someone didn't just walk off with all his liquor, and his friend also knew how to make various alcoholic drinks, which would be helpful if someone wanted something specific.
He knew Maya had set up the smaller room upstairs with the hookah and that the lights had been dimmed way down and pillows and bean bag chairs and cushions had been strewn about the room. His room was locked and off limits. He really wasn't interested in walking in on someone fucking in his bed. He'd pushed all the furniture against the walls so that people could mingle and dance without tripping over stuff, but it was still available for people to sit on.
He was ready for the party to begin and was leaning against the counter in his kitchen, a lit cigarette between his lips. Bowls of chips and popcorn had been set out, but it was a party, not a social dinner, so that was all there was as far as food. Maya, he knew, had a stash of various drugs to really lighten the mood, and he was contemplating which one he really wanted to utilize that night when he saw Maya walk down the stairs. "Everything ready to go?"