warning: this story will include mentions of drug use, underage drinking, sexuality, and possibly strong language. these themes will be recurring, so if u are not comfortable with this, do not go on further with this story.
PROLOGUE.
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❝ CRYSTAL LIQUOR CUPS
AND DESIGNER DRUGS ❞
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Bottles and bottles of liquor, wine, and beer scattered around everywhere as the rowdy teens lost themselves in the ambience of the party. It was where all the rich kids went to get their high, to lose themselves in the crossfaded ambience, forget about just how bland their luxurious lives had become. Dancing on table tops, tossing themselves into the large lit up pool, scattered around the lawn and roaming freely through the mansion that wasn't theirs.
The booming music was all he could focus on in that very moment. His thoughts were scrambled, an incoherent mess. Though he could barely even hear himself think as he went through the crowd, bouncing along with the others as the rhythm of the music coursed through them each. Drinks held in hands, the expensive liquid sloshing out of their plastic red solo cups as their voices meshed with the song.
It was thrilling, more than usual. He had never been in one of these huge mansion parties, he had always chosen those much more lowkey in the smaller neighborhoods. The kind that would last a few hours before the cops showed up and everyone was sent scrambling.
This one, though, he could already tell there wouldn't be a chance of any police arriving. The mansions were spread out enough to provide much privacy amongst the neighbors, the lawns large enough to keep them away from their entrance gates. No matter how crazy or big this party got, which was already plenty, there wouldn't be any stopping it.
He found himself wandering around the party. His mind was faraway as he would greet familiar faces so friendly, carrying his own small bottle of whatever he had found lying around the kitchen counter. Outside, groups of people were jumping into the heated pool, laughing with excitement and splashing water towards the ones who stood nearby along the cement.
It wasn't hard to tell how far off people were with the alcohol or drugs working in their system. Didn't natter what they had drank or what they had taken. Everyone was running on euphoria at this point, euphoric in whatever they had found.
Things began to blur rather quickly as he went from one location of the mansion to another, feeling the thumping of the music from his head to his toes, losing himself in the fluid movement of his intoxicated mind barely controlling his body through the rowdy teens surrounding him.
