Party time! | Suburbia | BYOAphro
Erk really wished he knew how it was that his house ended up being the one to host the obligatory Wild Teen Party.
Granted, it made logical sense to a certain extent - his parents were away for the weekend, so of course he was expected to throw a party. They seemed to be expecting it, too - he suspected they might actually be trying to encourage it. His parents were a bit weird.
It was just that, well, he hadn't thrown a party, even of the "just a few friends" sort. He didn't even like parties; it had just kind of shown up. Either way, his house was full of loud music, rowdy teenagers, and suspicious hints of alcohol, and Erk had rather resigned himself to this fact, because people barely listened to him at the best of times and it was unlikely that they were going to start doing so now unless it was along the lines of "everybody out, my parents are on their way back!" and the only people who might be inclined to help clean up were probably the ones who wouldn't believe him.
So here he was trapped in a party in his own house, right about the point where hormones were beginning to overcome awkwardness for a lot of the guests and he was beginning to consider retreating to his room rather than just sitting dejectedly on the stairs with a cup of juice he was at least relatively certain wasn't spiked. He was beginning to wonder if he should come up with a complicated philosophy involving the grand comedy of life and himself as the straight man (Erk was too cynical to decide that his life was a tragedy; he was sure someone was getting a laugh out of this).
((OOC: So, yes, Erk's involuntarily hosting a Wild Teen Party. Feel free to try and cheer him up, though ladies are preferred for smut. Those feeling really daring could try for adding the incest challenge as well, a sister or visiting cousin or, heck, maybe some adult did get home early. But whether that ends up happening or not, only major squicks to be worried about are serious injury, death, and bathroom stuff.))
Granted, it made logical sense to a certain extent - his parents were away for the weekend, so of course he was expected to throw a party. They seemed to be expecting it, too - he suspected they might actually be trying to encourage it. His parents were a bit weird.
It was just that, well, he hadn't thrown a party, even of the "just a few friends" sort. He didn't even like parties; it had just kind of shown up. Either way, his house was full of loud music, rowdy teenagers, and suspicious hints of alcohol, and Erk had rather resigned himself to this fact, because people barely listened to him at the best of times and it was unlikely that they were going to start doing so now unless it was along the lines of "everybody out, my parents are on their way back!" and the only people who might be inclined to help clean up were probably the ones who wouldn't believe him.
So here he was trapped in a party in his own house, right about the point where hormones were beginning to overcome awkwardness for a lot of the guests and he was beginning to consider retreating to his room rather than just sitting dejectedly on the stairs with a cup of juice he was at least relatively certain wasn't spiked. He was beginning to wonder if he should come up with a complicated philosophy involving the grand comedy of life and himself as the straight man (Erk was too cynical to decide that his life was a tragedy; he was sure someone was getting a laugh out of this).
((OOC: So, yes, Erk's involuntarily hosting a Wild Teen Party. Feel free to try and cheer him up, though ladies are preferred for smut. Those feeling really daring could try for adding the incest challenge as well, a sister or visiting cousin or, heck, maybe some adult did get home early. But whether that ends up happening or not, only major squicks to be worried about are serious injury, death, and bathroom stuff.))