- Mar 25, 2014
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The house was cleared. A lesser known high school student from the academy had the house to themselves after their parents left the island for the weekend. While a more responsible young adult would keep the house tidy and safe, this person had other plans. Naturally, the only course of action was to throw a party no kid would ever forget.
The large villa was decked from floor to ceiling with the potential of bad behavior and great memories. The heirloom dining room table was covered in alcohol raided from locked cabinets and bought off older siblings, as red solo cups were nestled in nests stacks between the bottles (for now). The surround sound was blasting music through each downstairs room, transitioning from every entrance smoothly as genres melted together. The lights from the chandelier and lamps were out- only strobe lights and black lights were left in its place. Another bar was outside, lining the now-still pool. The only place for solace was in the upstairs rooms- but even then, there were still some substances to be explored, tucked in sock drawers and hidden from sight.
The party had hardly any rules- there were no close neighbors, so noise wasn’t an issue. The only restriction was the break of dawn and the age limit- absolutely no adults allowed. A fellow teen bouncer was at the door to ensure that much. This was for the young ones of the island in need of a chance to let loose with no restrictions. Only time would tell how that will go.
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”Yo. Cyril and Lyric. Yeah. The Sullivan twins- Oh. Yeah. I still have it.” Cyril was embroiled in a conversation with the bouncer to get in. He rummaged through his pockets to pull out a crumpled up invitation. The bouncer squinted, before jerking his head towards the entrance to signal his acceptance. A wide grin appeared on his face. ”Fuck yeah man. Keep doing the lord’s work.” He fist-bumped the bouncer before heading in, straight into the foyer of the house.
The party only began half an hour ago at nine and already a moderate sized crowd was evenly dispersed throughout the house. But the twins had business to take care of. They headed to the dining room, which served as the booze den. He hoisted his backpack on the table, pulling out a large bottle of vodka he had bought off from a coworker. Of course, they weren’t legal. But tonight, no law was going to stop them.
He looked at his twin as an impromptu bar tender fixed him a shitty drink, not like he’d know otherwise. ”Ready?” He said, lifting off his sunglasses and placing them in the pocket of his Hawaiian shirt. Cyril appeared less enthused, and would have said something is the blaring trap music didn’t drown him out. ”Oh relax. We’re gonna have fun.” The bartender fixed Lyric a drink, though with less potency than his brother. As he was handed it, Cyril nudged the red plastic against his. ”Cheers.” And they both, eagerly or not, downed the drink.
