Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Nash

"Parties are overrated, you know, Madeleine?" I said, as someone shoved a drink into my hand. The room was dimly lit, so that I could barely see her porcelain white face.

"You don't know how to party, do you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head, and looked around the large room, where clusters of kids were dancing, and drinking out of cups similar to mine. Madeleine held my hand tightly.

"Let's get this party started!" yelled someone, who wasn't wearing a shirt.

"We are going to get fucked," exclaimed Maddox, running around. Madeleine who had a cup similar to mine, had already drained whatever was in it, and dragged me in search of more.

"Drink up," she said, smiling. I brought the cup to my lips, and tasted the bitter liquid. Strangely, I wanted more, and Madeleine handed me another cup after I finished the first one.

"Its ok, Reid. Its ok, man," said someone. I turned around, and saw two boys one with dark hair and glasses, and one with light brown hair standing near me.

"Is he ok?" I asked, watching the boy with dark hair breathe heavily.

"He's not used to parties like this," said the boy with brown hair.

"I'm not either," I said, still taking in the feelings from this room.

"I'm Nate, and he's Reid," he said, offering me a hand.

"I'm Nash, and she's Madeleine," I said, suddenly realizing my arm was around her shoulder.

"Cool. I'll see you guys later, but for now, I'm taking Reid home," said Nate, grabbing his hand, and walking to the door used for an entrance.

"Now, we are going to drop some sick music, oi?" asked a man with an abrasive voice. The man stood behind turntables, and from his waist up, he only wore a pair of headphones. Suddenly, the room was filled with a fast paced beat, and everyone started dancing, their limbs moving erratically.

"Sounds like a harp falling down a flight of stairs," I said, everything getting a bit dizzying.

"Nash, dance with me," said Madeleine, her head rolling backwards. Most of her clothes were off, leaving her in some sort of undergarments. Everyone in the room were in their underclothes, and dancing strangely.

"Why is everyone stripping themselves of their clothes?" I asked, looking around. Madeleine brought a finger to my lips, lightly tapped me on the stomach. She tossed her cup away, and slid off my shirt. The song that played took a strange turn in tempo, and sped up significantly. Madeleine forcibly put my arms around her waist and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and leaned her head on my chest. Then, I felt a dripping on my torso, and I diverted my attention to the ceiling, which seemed to be dripping with blood.