The Chronicles Of SallyFace

The Boy, The Girl and the Vodka.

A/n: (Disclaimer,it's a rager. Larry lied. It's not a regular party. Everyone is an insanely high and drunk. But it's Larry so what else would you expect?)
Tw/CW:
Various drugs
Drunk/high people
Slight panic attacks
Peer pressure
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3rd person:

You could hear the music from down the street. This was like no party you'd ever been too. You'd taken your truck instead of a ride from Larry, mainly because his ride smells like weed and you didn't want that scent on your clothes. The bass was vibrating through your ribcage, and hammered your heart. Your ears felt like they were already splitting and the lights flashing out the colonial style home, was enough to get you dizzy already.

Meanwhile:

Sal's hands were shaking by the time Larry had pulled them by the curb. "Hey um..are you sure this is the right kind of place for um..high schoolers?" Larry leaned back a devious smirk on his face, "Hell nah dude. We're here to get wasted." Ash smiles in the passenger seat,while locking eyes with the nervous blue boy. "You'll be fine darling. Though I am curious Larry, who's house is this?" She asks , carefully lining her lips with cherry red. "Oh you know, some friend of a friend of a source." Ash's eyes flash brightly, "A source? What kind of source, Larry?" The boy nervously flips his septum with his pinkie as he speaks, "uhh yk the uh..the um drugs don't come from the trees, Ash."
"Larry Johnson. " The disappointment is practically filling the air, "Dear god , If I die I blame you." Sal mutters heading out the car. "You'll be fine..I think." Larry says,hurrying out as well.

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Five minutes in and you'd already spotted Larry, as people filled the hallways. The stairs held many couples, performing acts of PDA you'd be too shy to do even alone. Weed drifted through the air, the place smelled like smoke and..weirdly like someone had mowed grass. "Watch it." A tall man murmured, the piercings in his face made him look even scarier than his voice. "Oh..sorry." You pulled through the crowd, suddenly feeling self conscious. You felt weirdly out of place, and it felt like everyone knew. The moment you met Larry's eyes He waved you over, a stupid smile overtakes your face at the joy of seeing a familiar face. "What's up!" Larry yells, pulling you into a hug. You gladly reciprocate, practically melting into his arms. The relief on your face had to be obvious as Ash, whom you barely recognized and didn't realize was here, said, "You good, Y/n?" You shake your head 'yes' , the music too loud for you to respond with.

"Pretty girl! Come dance with me!" A random tattooed woman pulls Ash with her, who doesn't think anything of it and immediately begins to flow. When you look back Larry has already disappeared. Ash looks like she's having the time of her life and you..well you're enjoying this right? I mean..who doesn't love a house full of older people, dancing and drinking and that smells like grass?
That's fun.
Mhm.
You ignore the shiver running up your spine, and begin to look for a restroom. Maybe there's one upstairs?

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"So what's wrong?" The lady asks, legs spread as she exhales a puff of smoke from her lips. "Idk..I think I saw someone who, I really didn't wanna see tonight." Sal frowns.

What the hell is he doing?

Currently, Sal's jammed on a plush, slightly scratchy couch. There's three girls next to him, each with a different substance. The girl who's speaking to him, is taking a smoke. Says it, "calms her nerves." The first one to his right is drinking something, from a flask. She chugs it like it's water, despite her own watery eyes. The one on the right farthest from his was rolling god knows what, into a bill and has been quiet for a long time. "Awwe that sucks..ex, I'm guessing?" The girl asks, pushing her long braids to the side. "Yes, actually."
"Damn! I'd never let a ex ruin my night." The girl with the flask exclaims, "This is supposed to be fun, a party. Loosen up a bit man."