[AUTHORS NOTE: Caution, this fanfic is NOT serious...meaning some GOOFY themes and unrealistic/uncanon tropes.]
MAX
The room is dark. The only source of light is coming from dim, red lights spread across the room. There's lounge couches, and high tables bunched in spaces. Art hangs on the wall. I see the bar from where I'm standing. Music is blasting, I see people dancing. *Oh Hell yeah.. You know me so well PJ.* I thought as I actively searched the room for signs of PJ, Bobby, Roxanne, and Pierre. I had last minute invited the girls, I figured it would be nice to kindle a friendship with them both. I spotted Bobby at the bar, getting another drink I assumed. "Hey Bobby! What's up?" I practically shouted over the music. "It's rad dude! There's so many hot chicks here tonight!" Bobby responded. We talked about scoping out the baddies for a bit, then decided to snag a place for our group to sit. We decided on a lounge couch in a far corner of the club. Eventually, PJ, Roxanne, And Pierre showed up, and we had a blast. We talked, and ate, and drank, until suddenly two hours had passed. I decided to get another drink.
At the bar, I got another drink. At this point, I was pretty drunk-slurring my speech, losing balance, the whole nine yards. But suddenly, from across the room, who else did I see but Bradley Uppercrust the Third. I immediately sobered up, just enough to speak clearly. When I got over to him, you could tell that he reeked of alcohol, clearly drunk as well. He was making out with some random chick, who he instantaneously threw off of him when he noticed me. The girl stormed off angrily, shouting a line of curses as she got further away. "Hey Braaad~." I said, sitting down across from him. "Don't call me that freshman. I already warned you." Bradley responded, suddenly sobering up. "Aw cmon, humour me Brad. You know you don't hate me." I replied, a smug look across my face. "Whatever. You're still my arch nemesis." Bradley answered, walking to the bar once more. I decided to give up trying to win over Bradley, and got some shots for my group. When I got back to the couch, Roxanne and Pierre were..Handsy. To say the least. I knew it was the alcohol, so we called them both an Uber and got them home safe. Now it just me and the boys.
I woke up in an unfamiliar place. I recognized the lawn from outside the window I was facing. *Fuck.* I thought, turning around and seeing none other than Bradley Uppercrust the Third.
