everett
he isn't the first one to the party, but the smell of beer immediately causes his nose to wrinkle. he's never been much of a drinker, but the loneliness, the need to fit in like he tried to in high school, is pulling him towards the ice buckets.
it was a mistake to accept preston's invitation. he already has a premonition that there will be more to come tonight.
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