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Y/N AND HER FRIENDS STEPPED INTO THE FRAT HOUSE with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. It was their first time at such a party, and it showed—eyes darting everywhere, trying to take in the chaotic energy. The place reeked of sweat, spilled beer, and a faint trace of something sweet and smoky that she couldn't quite place. She winced, instinctively pulling her sleeve over her hand to push open the sticky front door.
"Are you sure about this?" She asked Ri-na, who was already tugging her toward the living room.
"Relax, unnie!" The girl chirped, practically bouncing on her heels. "This is how Americans party, right? Besides, you need to loosen up. You've been sulking for days."
"Sulking?" y/n scoffed, but before she could defend herself, a guy in a Breaking Bad hazmat suit stumbled past, spilling beer all over his "meth beaker." y/n sidestepped just in time, muttering under her breath, "This is already a disaster..."
By 12:45 PM, the vibe began to shift. y/n found herself reluctantly intrigued. The music blared from a set of massive speakers, vibrating through the walls and making her chest thump in rhythm. Strings of neon lights crisscrossed the ceiling, and a fog machine in the corner pumped out clouds that made everything look hazy and surreal. People were laughing, shouting, and dancing with reckless abandon.
"Here, try this!" Mary handed y/n a neon-blue mocktail in a plastic skull-shaped cup. "No alcohol, I swear. But it glows in the dark—how cool is that?"
The girl hesitantly took a sip. It tasted like cotton candy mixed with regret, but she wasn't about to complain. "It's...something," she said diplomatically.
At 1:10 PM, she was warming up to the atmosphere. After a few rounds of carnival games set up—including one where she hilariously failed to toss a ping-pong ball into a goldfish bowl which was filled with goldfish snacks and beer instead of a goldfish and water—she found herself laughing more freely. A random guy dressed as a cowboy walked up to her at the snack table, holding a plate stacked with hot wings.
"Hey, you're the girl who almost knocked over the beanbag pyramid, right?" he said with a grin.
"Almost?" y/n raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. "I completely knocked it over, thank you very much."
The cowboy laughed. "Fair point. I'm Jake, by the way. You want one of these wings? They're deadly spicy."
Y/n hesitated but grabbed one anyway. The instant the sauce hit her tongue, her eyes watered, and her face turned red. "Deadly spicy? More like demonic!" she gasped, fanning her mouth.
