* SkaterLight FanFic*

chapter 8.

sorry for not writing a whole ton i have been unmotivated

it's party time woohoo

im also giving yall a small spive moment eat up my children

tw for mentions of alcohol and sh

The next day, Lampert and Infected were getting ready for something. A party. Poob was throwing a party, as they usually do, and this time they invited the couple. Lampert had never really gone to one of Poob's parties, as most of the time they seemed overstimulating to him. But he figured it would probably be better since he had Infected with him. Soon enough, the pair had finished getting ready. Infected was wearing the same things he usually did, while Lampert decided to dress up a bit, wearing a dress shirt and a nice pair of jeans.

"Well, well, getting all dolled up, are we~?" Infected teased.

"Ha, no. It's just the first party I've been to, so I wanted to look nice." Lampert glowed a little bit.

"You've NEVER been to a party???" He gasped.

"Well, I've been invited, I've just never wanted to go," Lampert said as the pair walked out the door of the apartment and headed to the regretevator. The two walked into the elevator to see Split and Bive on the elevator as well. 

"Hey Split! Are you going to the party, too?" Infected said.

"Yup! It took a while to convince Bivey to go, though." She said back. Lampert had always suspected Split and Bive to be into each other. It seems his suspicions were true.

"BIVEY... Yes- Uh, I figured this 'party' would prove useful in my social experiment!" Bive had said. Bive was a bit... Crazy.

"Are you and Lampert going together?" Split pondered.

"Yeh!" Infected smiled ear to ear.

Lampert wondered how Infected was so proud of someone like him.

"Aww, you two are so cute!" Split teased. The elevator dinged and they arrived at the floor the party was on. Poob was waiting in front of the elevator door.

"Haiiiiiii! Im so glad u all came!!! :3" They said while blowing their party horn.

"Thanks for inviting us!" Split said. The two pairs went their separate ways, Infected immediately heading to the food table and Lampert following close behind.

"So, uh.. what do you exactly do at parties??" Lampert asked.

"Well, you dance, drink, eat, basically just have fun!" Infected replied. "Speaking of dancing... " He grabbed Lampert's hands. "care to dance with me?"

"Oh! Su-Sure!"

As they swayed to the rhythm, their hands intertwined, and the music guided their graceful movements.

After a while, the two had finished dancing. Infected had gone off to talk with some old friends, leaving Lampert by himself. He grabbed a cup of punch and sat down on a couch somewhere. A woman walked up to him, clearly drunk off her ass, and sat next to him.  She looked to be about in her 40s. "Well hey there, sugar~," She said in a somewhat flirty tone.

"...Hello, miss," Lampert said. He was off-put by the woman's tone, but he remained polite.

"You come here often?" Her words came out softly as her eyes fixed on the marks on his wrists. It seemed as if she was carefully studying them, perhaps trying to understand their significance.

"Um, no. It's my first time."

"Ohhh~ Well, you alone tonight?"

"I'm sorry, it was my boyfriend who brought me here," he said, sounding a bit nervous.

"Well, I don't see him anywhere~" Her fingers traced the cuts along Lampert's forearm as she ran her hand up his arm. His eyes darted through the crowd, searching anxiously for any sign of Infected. "How about I help you heal those pretty little cuts of yours~?" She said.

"Um... Could you uh, not do that, please?" "He spoke while deliberately avoiding making eye contact." He really should have just gotten up and walked away, but something stopped him.

"Awww, why? We were having so much fun~" She whimpered, tightening her grip on his arm.

As he looked into the crowd, he caught Infected's eye, feeling a wave of relief flooding through him.. Infected saw the situation he was in and mouthed 'Help?', Lampert slightly nodded back to him.

"Stop, please," Lampert said, a little more firm this time.

"But doll-baby," She whined. "You know you want to~" A firm hand abruptly interrupted her as it landed on her shoulder.

"Cut it out. He said stop." Infected's words were punctuated by a piercing death stare aimed directly at her. Her words were drowned out by the noise in Lampert's head as Infected dragged him away, but one phrase stood out all too clearly.

"You should have cut deeper, cunt!"

Infected grabbed Lampert's wrist and strode out the door. It was very clear that he was pissed.

"Oh, if only that BITCH wasn't a woman, I would have beat her sorry ass..." He growled. Lampert tuned him out. The coarse tags on his clothing seemed to incessantly scratch at his skin, causing an uncomfortable and distracting itch that made it nearly impossible for him to focus on anything else. This is why he didn't like parties. "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have brought you here." Infected said as he cooled down a bit. 

"It's... fine." Lampert mumbled.

"But it's not fine! You didn't have a good time," Infected stressed.

"At least I got to enjoy myself a little bit, while we were dancing, right?" He asked.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. Wanna ditch this place?"

"Yeah."

I WROTE THIS WITH GRAMMARLY HAHAHHHAHHAHAHAHH

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