minty-haired devil - beta lumity

eleven

TW: slurs, sexual harassment, violence (lots of violence) and underage drinking

Luz's POV:

Shit. The party began ten minutes ago and we are only pulling up to the highway. Luz signals at Willow to hurry up the parking. There were tens of cars there, all expensive ones and the house itself was ginormous with disco lights covering the place. The music was so loud we could hear it, and we were outside.

Luz and Willow scramble out of the car, but whilst walking up to the door put on a cool facade; after all they don't want to look like dorks in front of these brats. Obviously Luz didn't care, but first impressions.

Willow knocks on the door, and a hammered Boscha opens the door, clinging onto it to hold her  balance.

"Baby!! Whut took you soooo long!" Boscha yelled out in slurs to Willow flopping her hand out making it represent a wave. Willow looked concerned.

"Boscha. Did you drink?" Willow asked, sighing before putting Boscha's arm around her shoulder helping her balance.

"Nooo! ANd what are you, my mOm!" Boscha replied, snorting. Willow sighed again before taking her back inside.

"Luz I'll look after this nitwit, you go have fun. Don't end up as plastered as her. Please not again." Willow said to Luz, smiling at the last part.

The last time Luz got black out drunk was apparently both a blessing and a curse, partying all night, saying and doing the dumbest shit, but on the way back and the night back a nightmare. Playing with random things, touching everything, asking everything, not shutting up.

"I won't it was once okay?" Luz replied walking inside.

Immediately she looked. Looked for Amity. Where was she. The house was packed full. So many people everywhere, dancing, making out, drinking, just doing random things. Luz had to find her, and she had to do it quick.

--Amity's POV--

Amity sat on one of sofas, observing the crowd which were now doing the conga line around the entire house. The person in front had someone's underwear on his head. Hope they like that smell.

Amity's eyes looked over the room, and her eyes quickly scanned over something - someone. A familiar 6 foot latina stood menacingly above the crowd of mainly shorter people like herself. She could feel Luz's glare from all the way over there. Was she.. arguing with someone? There was someone in front of her, and she was looking down at them.

Amity got up from the sofa and decided to pour a glass of the obviously spiked punch and walked over to Luz. She could just about overhear them.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Luz asked, walking closer to the golden haired boy slowly.

"You heard me loud and clear Noceda." The golden boy replied. The silence spoke words and the tension was essentially choking Amity.

"DUDE TITS ARE WAY BETTER THAN ASS!!" Luz said in slurs , leaning over to the golden boy and laughing in hysterics.

"NO SHOT! ASS IS SOOOOO MUCH BETTER!" He shot back, offended, placing his on Luz's shoulder before bursting into laughter himself. 

Of course. This was Luz Noceda. Why was Amity even getting that impression? Luz was obviously the type of dork to get all serious looking over such a trivial debate. Amity let out a breath of relief.