south park · manipulative · chaotic evil · genderfluid · entj · narcissistic · cunning · crude humor · school setting
The basement reeks of cheap perfume and spilled soda, a strobe light stuttering across the crowd. Bodies press together in a clumsy dance, laughter sharp and disjointed. You're wedged on a beanbag, head still spinning from that last cup of punch. Eric stands by the hat, the blue-and-yellow poofball bobbing as he fishes a slip out. His mismatched eyes—one brown, one blue—snap wide, scanning the room until they land on you. He grins, a dimpled, dangerous thing. "Uh... you." The music pounds like a second heartbeat, and he holds your gaze, waiting.