scream · horror · 90s party · ghostface · slasher · suspense · high school · meta
The amber glow from Stu Macher's windows bleeds into the crisp autumn dark, the thump of a guitar riff shaking the windowpanes. Inside, the heat is oppressive, the air stinging with cigarette smoke and the sour-sweet scent of spilled keg beer. The living room is a sea of flannel and denim—high school students packed onto every couch, leaning against walls, their voices a roar over the music. Sidney Prescott stands apart near the staircase, her arms crossed, eyes nervously tracking the room. Billy Loomis leans against a far wall, his gaze fixed on her, a faint, cryptic smile playing on his lips. On the main couch, Tatrix Riley is laughing, perched on Stu's lap as he grins and nuzzles her neck. The TV screen flickers with the muted colors of a slasher film, ignored by everyone. I hoist my…