hot chocolate and thrift shopping

december 6 - christmas party

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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foolish bites his lip as he waits outside what he hopes is karl's house. the journey to the blonde's is short, really only a few minutes away, but foolish decided he would drive. firstly, because it's fucking cold. secondly, as a valid reason not to drink other than, 'my mommy said no.'

he is relieved when karl comes out of the house, making his way over to the car with a sweet smile. he climbs into the passenger's seat with a cheery, "hey!" and pulls on his seatbelt.

"hi," foolish greets, starting the car and beginning to pull out onto the road, "are you excited?"

karl hums. "sort of," he says honestly. "i'm just worried because i'm not going to know anyone," he admits.

"the only person i know is the guy that is throwing the party," foolish shrugs as they make the short drive to punz's.

"i don't even know him!" karl points out. "i'm turning up and i don't even know the guy hosting," he giggles.

foolish laughs along, eternally grateful that the brunette agreed to coming. something about being with karl is reducing his nerves substantially.

"are you going to be drinking?" karl asks.

"i can't because i'm driving," foolish says, tapping his hand on the wheel in emphasis.

"okay good, i was just making sure," karl nods.

they fall quiet as they listen to the christmas music on the radio, karl getting far too excited when the fairytale of new york comes on. or, more specifically, when he gets the chance to sing along to the homophobic slur. foolish can't help but laugh.

the pair clamber out of the car, leaving it just a few doors down from the party as most of the other spaces are already taken.

they walk up towards the big house. contrary to popular belief, there aren't red solo cups and litter on the floor, neither are there massive amounts of people crowding out through the door. in fact, if it wasn't for the low hum of music and chatter that could be heard, the outside of the house would look completely normal.

there's a sign on the door, stuck on with sticky tape, that reads, "don't knock just come in :)" and so foolish looks over at karl to receive a nod before pushing open the door.

hollywood movies had prepared foolish for so much. they had got him anxious for fights and drama and people making out here, there and everywhere, and he's almost disappointed.

when they walk in, the hallway is practically empty, besides two girls that are giggling together. no one is passed out on the stairs, nobody fighting or rushing upstairs to have sex.

sure, the music is ridiculously loud and the lights low, plus there is the distinct noise of a lot of people talking away, and they would have to shout to hear one another properly, but that's really all.

they wordlessly make their way through to the kitchen.

there are more people in here, but still not packed to the brim like the media depicted.