Mud & Kale

House Party

A/N: I'm back guys! I put some house music (not Disclosure :P) to get you in the vibe.

I turned off the ignition but allowed the Oasis album Be Here Now to continue to blare. I had gotten it just a week ago when it had released. It was loud, ruckus, and almost comical, and it had successfully been doing the trick of drowning my thoughts with the over-excessive use of the guitar. Once the last song finished, I stared at the McMansion in front of me. It was huge and tons of people were hanging around it. They all looked way too cool and I started to feel nauseous.

Suddenly, a random guy knocked at my side window and I almost pissed my pants. His hair was gelled into a pompadour and a girl with blood-shot eyes was leaning on his shoulder.

He lurched drunkenly and said, "Hey, nice car."

"Thanks," I replied weakly. It was a diesel car that my parents had bought off a shady cars salesman. It could run on vegetable oil, and it wasn't that pretty so I had assumed that he was only kidding.

"No sweat, dude." He staggered away with what I presumed to be his date.

I sighed, looking straight through my windshield. I don't belong here. I don't like to drink and I'm shit at conversations. The only thing I can talk about is music, which really only keeps people amused for a while.

After practically convincing myself out of this whole social experiment, Kayla managed to sneak into the crevices of my mind.

It was then that I realized how idiotic it would be to drive all this way and not even see her. The broad was interesting and I really needed something interesting in my life.

With that in mind, I removed my seat-belt and scurried out of the car. I managed to walk all the way up the front steps--dodging some abandoned keg--and knock the door.

When an icy blond-haired boy opened it, I lost all the courage I had momentarily built up. House music, blaring from some speakers, bounced off the space between him and the door, vibrating onto my skin. I felt my dinner starting to slip back up.

"Who are you?" His tone was only curious, not accusatory, but I still managed to be frightened.

I pulled my hair behind my ears, and muttered, "Maude. Um, Kayla invited me."

"Oh, Kayla! I love that bitch. C'mon." He practically pulled me in. "Oh, your outfit is so phat! I adore it. It's so androgynous. Not as much as Kayla. I mean she's not androgynous. I just mean I really adore her."

 "Uh, thanks."

His hazel eyes had lit up, expressing his sincerity. Although, they looked a little red-- probably from that sickly sweet scent that I could smell on his breath. Though his enthusiasm weirded me out, he seemed nice enough. Albeit tipsy. I blinked back, biting back a giggle. He clasped my hand and lead me through the crowd of party-goers.

Stepping into the McMansion, I was instantly bombarded by the overwhelming acidic smell of someones barf. The party seemed wicked chaotic. The Christmas lights hanging precariously around the space acted as the only source of light--expect for a dangling light fixture, which illuminated a bedroom that a half-naked couple had exited from.

With the dim lighting, I could only make out the silhouettes of most people, unless I was really close to them. That wasn't very hard, though, as the whole room was cramped.'

 As ice-blonde boy and I walked through the doorway, I saw some guys teasing this one dude who was attempting to flirt with an attractive woman. She looked bored out of her mind, but the guy's digits held an unlit cigarette which she had interest in. A little further, a bunch of girls were huddled over a compact mirror, snorting lines of coke. They giggled and gossiped, their eyes glossy and noses bloody.