high school · house party · chaos · rebellion · drinking · smoking · neon lights · teenage rebellion · slice of life · risk
Bass vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, rattling picture frames on the walls. Neon light washes the packed living room in shifting shades of electric blue and violent pink. Everywhere you look, bodies are pressed together—stoners draped over the worn-out sofa, jocks crowding around a makeshift bar, a knot of moody kids huddled in the far corner. You shoulder your way deeper into the throng, and a hand lands firmly on your shoulder. Leo turns, his grin sharp and bright under the strobing lights. "you. I was starting to think you’d bail. Let’s get you a drink."