Chapter 1: Party hard

Lucas walked down the dark road. It was a cold and a lonely night, made only worse by his disappointment. The party he had look forward to for two weeks had been a huge disappointment. 

He had sobered up a long time ago.

Everything started fine, it was just a small get together, he knew everyone there. No one was being stupid, or a prick, and no one got too drunk. 

He nursed a Pabst blue ribbon beer while making jokes with his friends. 

But then they came. A bunch of frat boys and high school drop outs simultaneously showed up within an hour, obnoxiously shouting out to each other. 

Lucas didn’t mind this. Sure, sometimes they made fun of his thick framed vintage glasses, but he made fun of them too. And if he got drunk enough, he would join in with the frat boys, fist pumping the night away. Maybe he would get laid.

Unfortunately, someone found his case of beers in the fridge.

When he went to get his third beer, they were all gone. It only took a few minutes to find them. A group of high school drop out skids were in the middle of shot gunning all his beers.

When he confronted him, they laughed and shoved him around. 

He spent the next few hours awkwardly trying to talk to his friends in the corners of crowded rooms while frat boys shouted and threw things. 

He found a group of his friends who were not completely fucked and invited them to smoke a joint in the basement. Maybe the weed would make the frat boys seem really funny instead of just terrible.

When they got to the basement, a couple other people had found their way into the group. 

A couple, a man and a woman, both wearing ugly tie dyed from a thrift store. 

The man wore John Lennon sunglasses, which looked stupid on him. They were both filthy, and smelled terrible. Both had vacant expressions on their face.

“Hey man, you going to share some of that?” The man asked, grinning.

The girl laughed.

Lucas looked at his friends uncomfortably. 

“Yeah, uh , sure” He said.

“Alright!” The man said. 

They found a small room.

A third stoner had somehow joined the group, wearing a stained tie-dye shirt.