Just a New Years story

Laughter and sounds of life came from downstairs and awoke Mike from his drunken sleep. It was the kind of sleep so deep he could tell he would snore very loudly judging by his breathing as he stumbled into unconsciousness the night before.
Mike carelessly grabbed for his phone, which was barely in reach of the bed, causing him to almost tumble out of it. No messages, and the day was already half over. “Fuck.” He mumbled while scrounging up clothes to wear for the drive up north. He did not have a headache like he suspected he would, but the day still felt overwhelmingly heavy to him.
Mike walked down the hall to the bathroom hearing much more clearly the voices coming from downstairs but not actually seeing anyone. Mike let the hot water hit the back of his neck and shoulders, last night started to come back to him in bits like a dream a does.
“So what should we get”, Mike asked for the countless time in the last ten minutes. He, Tommy, James, and Mark had gone through the leftover beer from last night in about twenty minutes. Michelob Ultra. They liked the slim cans.
“Well I don’t know what we’d do with leftover liquor so how about we just get more beer? I mean I don’t have any money, so it’s not my call.” Said Tommy, twitching slightly while chain smoking.
“Hey. Snake. You drinking tonight?” Mike said on the border of slurring his words.
“Maybe.” Was the answer Snake gave them and had been giving the entire night and would continue to give.
“Alright, that’s cool. I was just trying to get it straight how much alcohol we’d need and how many people contributing there wou-”
James cut him off saying, “dude, I just don’t like tequila man. I’m cool with whatever.”
They ended up getting bottles of Coors light. Mike specified, “If we get beer I prefer it in a bottle. I just like it better.” That being the only explanation.
Earlier in the night Mike pulled up to James’ house where he picked him and Tommy up.
“You hear those fireworks man?” said Tommy from the backseat.
“Yeah dude. You can see them right there. Have you guys been drinking or smoking weed already?”
“Nah man. Why have you?” James said from the passenger seat.
“Nah, just wondering.” mike answered from the drivers seat, barely containing his impatience to start drinking while pounding the steering wheel in unison with the beat of the song that played on the radio. It was Black Cadillacs by Modest Mouse, which surprised them all it was being played on a radio station.
“Is Snake coming tonight?” Mike asked driving towards Tommy’s house. “Yeah. But his dad scared him into not drinking.” Mike wasn’t sure who answered him. Whatever.
“Number nine!” Mike exclaimed to the room while opening his beer. “Oh dude” He continued on “I totally have some firecrackers in my van.” Which led to them lighting the wicks with their cigarettes, which they didn’t bother to remove from their mouths. Burning an eyeball didn’t occur to anyone nor did it matter to them at that moment.
After a Drunken hand of euchre and a few glasses of water, Mike was ready to drive.
“How did I get back?” Mike thought to himself. “Oh well. I’m here now.” He answered apathetically sitting and drinking a glass of orange juice, declining biscuits and gravy his friend’s mother had made. He said goodbye to her and that was about it.
He was on the road, alone. That’s how he liked driving long distances, especially in this situation. “Sober on the first of the year. Lets see how long I can go.” Mike stopped before crossing the border to Wisconsin, getting some food, enduring glares from strangers, pretending to check his phone.
Back on the road, another hour and a half to go, he wistfully thought to himself, “Maybe I’ll start going to church again. Being a Christian would be nice.”