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[bellatramonto]

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Do all house parties end up with a girl crying, a shirt soaked in throw-up, a broken piece of furniture, and a near rape incident?

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[insanguinato]

What?

[bellatramonto]

[insanguinato]

What happened?

[bellatramonto]

All of the above? Only, I can't take credit for the girl crying.

[premuroso]

... not usually.

[bellatramonto]

Oh. I'll probably be the talk of the school tomorrow then.

[premuroso]

What happened?

[bellatramonto]

I... I dunno. I got pressured into doing stuff so I fought back.

[quod_mutos]

Only those done particularly well.

Club parties, on the other hand. Those have security, and rules.

And private rooms, full of completely unbreakable furniture.

You're an awful pretty girl, though. So I can see house parties working like this around you. Need any help?

[bellatramonto]

Who are you?

[quod_mutos]

Oh, pardon me. I'm Kisten Felps. I run the Guilty Pleasures bar and club here in Reggio Calabria with my business partner, Jean-Claude. I forgot that some of the newer residents might not know me, what with my having been busy with the renovations. Sorry, again. Just saw your lament and thought I could help. Having been through, after all, quite a few house parties of my own.

Though ours generally involved more blood. Adolescence was a swell time.

[ricreare]

From my understanding, yes. Although they were never quite like that when I was a child. My, but that was so long ago..

[bellatramonto]

I probably won't be going to any more then.

[ricreare]

I think that would be a wise decision.

[crimson_rogue_x]

I'd like to say no, but...

City like this?

That might be one of the better end results.

[bellatramonto]

....

That's sad, isn't it.

[crimson_rogue_x]

Yeah, yeah it is.

Still, sorry to hear you had to deal with that.