DC Headcanon's 6: Sparkle Sparkle!

Life of the Party

slight harassment tw 

drug mention tw 

Pre-OT6, they're still trying to get this dumb ass to admit it 

annapanini gave me the idea that Louisiana was the distraction, I just made him punch the guy

"I'm plenty fun!" DC had insisted during an ill fated meeting not too long ago. And to prove he was fun to the quiet 'sure's' and eye rolls of the states, including those he most definitely did not have a crush on, he planned on meeting Louisiana and Florida at a party down the road from the house (nearly) all the states lived in. It'd be the perfect plan; he'd get dressed all casual, go to the party, meet up with the two hard parties of the main five relationship, and have a blast, proving once and for all that he was fun.

Twenty minutes into his time at the party and he was already regretting it.

Loud EDM music thundered in his ears, and people were pushing around him either to get to the dance floor, or to one of the many rooms upstairs to do God knows what, and the entire room smelt of booze and illicit substances. DC already felt uncomfortable in his outfit; he'd always claimed he knew how to dress down but wearing jeans anywhere outside of his apartment felt blasphemous. He hardly felt comfortable wearing them at the, what did the states call their house, the Statehouse?, when he came over to have the meetings and stayed the night. The beer in his hand was too cold, the music was too loud, and he was already too overwhelmed.

He had to call uncle.

DC downed his beer and put the bottle on a small table next to him, next to a couple making out on the couch. He thanked whatever God was listening that Louisiana and Florida hadn't seen him; he could go back to the, yes that's what it was called the Statehouse, put on his pajamas and read that book Gov lent him, and no one would be the wiser. Maybe he'd tell his family next Sunday supper, this would get a good laugh out of IDC at least, but right now he had to get out of here.

The fed scanned the room before he spotted a door seemingly leading to the front hallway and out the door, carefully he maneuvered around the dancers and the couples clearly hooking up, apologizing left and right, relief flooding him as he got closer to the doorway. He was about to make his final push when someone stepped in front of him, blocking his way. The person was young, looked to be about college age, wearing khakis and a red polo. He was smirking down at DC and DC's heart fell into his stomach.

"Leaving so soon?" The person asked.

"Oh y-yeah the music was giving me a headache." DC quickly lied, eyes scanning around looking for the closet exit. The person smiled and edged closer, making DC squeak.

"Y'know I've been watching you since you got here, you're such a pretty little thing." The person said and DC gulped. He had to stand his ground or this student would get him away from the doorway. Or he could put what his papa always taught him and IDC into play; what was it, a tight fist to the throat would inpaciate someone for two minutes?

"Look, I really just want to go." DC said firmly, cursing the fact that his fed voice just wouldn't come out. The person reached forward and gently, but firmly, took DC's shoulder making electricity shoot through his arm.

"C'mon man." The person said with a shark toothed grin. "Stay awhile."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the party, Florida was in a hot debate with someone about the Jaguars current standing against other football teams of the league. He was horrified that this person, who was high and didn't even bother to share, rude, would even think that the Jags wouldn't make it to the playoffs this year. Florida was about to retort back and end this entire person's night, when his eye caught a familiar person in the living room.