The car was quiet, I mean, Chris kept laughing for no reason, but we didn't have sort of conversation in the car. The atmosphere was unbearably serious. This made me uncomfortable, but I tried my best just to shrug it all off.
We arrived in front of a beige coloured house, you can hear the music from afar.
"Let's get ready to party!" Chris danced his way into the front door with the bottle of liquor still at hand.
I entered the house. Everyone had drinks at hand, a lot of people dancing, a lot of half naked people, and drugs were involved.
I took a random bottle from the kitchen counter, no not a small bottle of beer, I took a big one so that I can really get drunk.
I took a few shots as well, I danced a little bit, but I wasn't exactly out of control.
Somebody poked my back, I turned around to see an average looking man, dark hair, and green eyes. "You must be Dan Howell?" He smirked at me.
"Yes, I am."
"Let's talk."
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