Mary checked her phone, before depositing it into her voodoo bunny handbag. Already she was feeling a bit antsy. To be fair, that was normal for her. She’d been so nervous that she’d get lost on her way over. She wasn’t that bad at directions, but there had been enough faux pas in her life that she’d get anxious, and make it a point to leave as soon as possible. Her reputation when it came to events like this became ‘at least 30 minutes early' because of it, but honestly? It was better than ‘30 minutes late because you’re dumb and people have to explain things to you.’
Fashionably late wasn’t as cool as it sounded. Real trendy people go for fashionably early, and it’s less stressful for everyone. That was a fact.
Anyways, she’d arrived early, and had flitted around, chatting when she was able, occasionally snacking, relaxing, listening to music, checking out the whole thing. See, what happened was that someone arranged a party on a cruise ship? She didn’t get the full deets on that, but she heard somewhere that the cruise ship was historic or something. Maybe they had rich parents. Rich parents were aplenty at Mangrove Garden. Do you know what else is aplenty at Mangrove Garden? Party people. Invite five, invite the whole school. That continued to hold true. Word spread quickly, plans were made. The time was set on a Friday at 7 pm during spring break. Naturally, people asked her ‘Mary, are you showing up to the party?’
The answer, in the end, was ‘yes.’
Admittedly, she hmm-ed and haw-ed a bit. There was an event going on at Safe Harbors that started at 2:45 and ended at 5, and she’d, of course, been ‘volunteered’ as doing behind-the-scenes stuff. So she knew she’d be tired and not have as much time to prepare. But hey, turns out she needed the party. Kids were tame today, sure, but sometimes, you need some booze and a party to erase your brain of church nonsense.
She made sure to make her outfit more party-appropriate before she showed up, too! Dad didn’t like it when she wore her usual stuff at church, and some people gave her weird looks. So, at the event, she wore a black overall dress with a frilly white short-sleeved blouse and plain black tights. Nothing exciting, her makeup was a natural look and she didn’t have many accessories. But the second she could? She wiped away her makeup and put on what she normally wore: pink eyeshadow, dark lipstick, dark eyeliner. She’d peeled away the plain tights, and instead put on fishnet tights with a skull pattern. She’d brought accessories with her in her bunny handbag, and slid them on: a choker, lace arm warmers, and a long planchette necklace.
Honestly, people always told her that she’d get hot, she’d get weird looks. But also? This was closer to how she was supposed to look. She identified more with the dark makeup than the natural look, you know? And hey, she managed to bring some leftovers from the church event and placed them on the banquet table. They were an assortment of gluten-free oatmeal cookies, and they were going fast. Yeah, she wasn’t the only one who brought food, either. And booze. There was a ton.
Mary had gotten a few waves, a few compliments. And she made sure to smile and chat when needed, as well.
Since the ship was docked, people were wandering off to other parts of the harbor. Apparently, there was a ‘floating restaurant’ nearby? She wouldn’t be surprised if other people owned boats, too, and headed off elsewhere for whatever reason.
So right now, she was on the deck, voodoo bunny purse slung over her shoulder, feeling the nighttime breeze as she looked out towards the ocean. She took a sip from her cup of hard cider. Unfortunately, her fingers slipped, and before she could do anything about it, something gave way.
The cup did somersaults as it fell, spraying booze in every direction. Mary watched as it made its way down the side of the ship, before landing in the sea. The cup floated in the water, like a mocking rubber ducky.
Mary shrieked. Then sighed audibly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw people turn to look at her. For a moment, she gripped the railing, before turning.
“... I guess the fishes can get drunk now, too?” she offered, putting on a smile.
Smooth recoveries weren’t her forte.
This is the TV3 follow-up to the resort AU! In case you couldn’t tell, the premise is that, instead of the students going on SOTF, they instead visit the cruise ship and other ships in the flotilla as a local spring break party where nothing bad happens to them!
In addition to the rules set by staff, please keep these in mind:
* Like pre-game mega-threads, post order should be loose here. Don’t trample over each other, but feel free to post ahead! However, it may be good to clarify where your kid is in the harbor, just in case we're in five different places.
* The main party is on the cruise ship, but the other locations are in the harbor too.
* Again, this takes place during spring break of 2021 and takes place on a Friday. The party started around 7 pm. So keep that in mind timeline-wise.
* The party primarily consists of Mangrove Garden kids.
* Anything else that needs to be set down, clarified, or what have you will be added if/when stuff comes up
Again, it’s another silly AU about the kids enjoying the cruise ship and other ships when they’re not in danger. Enjoy!
A Perfectly Normal Miami Cruise Ship Party Where Nothing Bad Happens
So, like, Vasily wasn't really sure why the the party was set here, out of all places, but he wasn't complaining.
(the water still smells like oysters and eyes)
Like, shit's lowkey getting wild! He's drinking fuckin' *booze.* Totally not high-schooler appropriate, but, again, neither was his crop top. Not that it was too revealing or anything, just... like, you know how schools get when you have a single cuss word on your clothes.
Again, not gonna complain, though.
The music was cool. The snacks were cool. The people were kinda cool, too, but they're a bit less cool than him (ha) and he sauntered over to the first person he knew that also caught attention. Mary. Egirl supreme. Stniky Bnnuy. Recent victim of slight-inconvenience-at-a-party syndrome, whoops.
Like, that one meme of all the girls looking at you weird?
Yeah, that, but Vasily wasn't looking at her weird 'cause he's a nice guy (not really) and he just... went with the flow. The waves. Whatever.
''Mm-hm, yeah. Drunk fishies.''
He walked up to the railing and poured half of the contents of his cup into the water.
''Throw 'em a good party, too.''
(the water still smells like oysters and eyes)
Like, shit's lowkey getting wild! He's drinking fuckin' *booze.* Totally not high-schooler appropriate, but, again, neither was his crop top. Not that it was too revealing or anything, just... like, you know how schools get when you have a single cuss word on your clothes.
Again, not gonna complain, though.
The music was cool. The snacks were cool. The people were kinda cool, too, but they're a bit less cool than him (ha) and he sauntered over to the first person he knew that also caught attention. Mary. Egirl supreme. Stniky Bnnuy. Recent victim of slight-inconvenience-at-a-party syndrome, whoops.
Like, that one meme of all the girls looking at you weird?
Yeah, that, but Vasily wasn't looking at her weird 'cause he's a nice guy (not really) and he just... went with the flow. The waves. Whatever.
''Mm-hm, yeah. Drunk fishies.''
He walked up to the railing and poured half of the contents of his cup into the water.
''Throw 'em a good party, too.''
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"Aw, dude," Max said, reaching to attempt to right Vasily's elbow and missing. The contents of her own drink sloshed dangerously in her five-fingered grasp around the rim, a droplet of vodjuiceka splashing against her palm.
"Don't- ugh."
It'd been a while since she'd been to a party, honestly. Scholarships had consumed most of her senior year - the thought of them, the hope of them, reality of them - but lately she'd felt like she was about to snap like a too-tense rubber band and fly off to hit someone in the face. She'd heard from Sergio that booze was a great way to unwind, and after his heavy pour he'd seemed to blend deeper into the crowd.
Clucking her tongue at Vasily and Mary, she raised the vodjuiceka to her lips and sipped, lips tilting downwards at the taste. Sergio really wanted her to unwind, apparently.
A teal Maxi-dress was her attire of choice, because it was hard to wear her knee brace with pants and fuck it, it was a party. She wore tennis shoes, her hair up, and sparkly earrings that she'd had to force through the long sealed up holes in her ears. The process of forcing them through had always loosely satisfied her, slight ripping of thin membrane to get the dangles to settle just so.
"You guys are gonna get us in trouble. Especially you, big guy," she continued, jerking her head back towards the refreshments. "Come on, Mary, let's get you a refill."
"Don't- ugh."
It'd been a while since she'd been to a party, honestly. Scholarships had consumed most of her senior year - the thought of them, the hope of them, reality of them - but lately she'd felt like she was about to snap like a too-tense rubber band and fly off to hit someone in the face. She'd heard from Sergio that booze was a great way to unwind, and after his heavy pour he'd seemed to blend deeper into the crowd.
Clucking her tongue at Vasily and Mary, she raised the vodjuiceka to her lips and sipped, lips tilting downwards at the taste. Sergio really wanted her to unwind, apparently.
A teal Maxi-dress was her attire of choice, because it was hard to wear her knee brace with pants and fuck it, it was a party. She wore tennis shoes, her hair up, and sparkly earrings that she'd had to force through the long sealed up holes in her ears. The process of forcing them through had always loosely satisfied her, slight ripping of thin membrane to get the dangles to settle just so.
"You guys are gonna get us in trouble. Especially you, big guy," she continued, jerking her head back towards the refreshments. "Come on, Mary, let's get you a refill."
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As the loud sound of the music and uproar of the party roared out across the harbor, Cory couldn't help but regret having arrived. He'd found the invitation in his locker, and at first, assumed someone gave it to him by mistake. However, Cory had decided to go on a whim. It was nearing the end of the school year, and it would likely be the last chance he'd have to attend something like this.
When Cory showed up, he couldn't see anyone that he knew - though it would not be accurate to say he knew anyone at Mangrove Garden particularly well. He had obtained his drink, a cup of Coca-Cola, with ice, from the refreshment area and returned to the marina, where he found himself leaned forward onto the railing, staring across the water and towards the night sky.
The ocean waves moved some of the ships very slightly, and the stars were clear and visible. He saw some commotion from the cruise ship and watched as one of the other party-goers dropped their cup into the water. He turned his vision to the red plastic in his right hand, which he moved in a circular motion, watching the carbonated brown liquid and ice turn and spin inside the cup. He had taken a sip of his drink earlier and found that it tasted more bittersweet than he would have liked.
He wished he had gotten water.
When Cory showed up, he couldn't see anyone that he knew - though it would not be accurate to say he knew anyone at Mangrove Garden particularly well. He had obtained his drink, a cup of Coca-Cola, with ice, from the refreshment area and returned to the marina, where he found himself leaned forward onto the railing, staring across the water and towards the night sky.
The ocean waves moved some of the ships very slightly, and the stars were clear and visible. He saw some commotion from the cruise ship and watched as one of the other party-goers dropped their cup into the water. He turned his vision to the red plastic in his right hand, which he moved in a circular motion, watching the carbonated brown liquid and ice turn and spin inside the cup. He had taken a sip of his drink earlier and found that it tasted more bittersweet than he would have liked.
He wished he had gotten water.
"...Ya know, if you frowned any harder you're face'll fall off."
Leslie, in his Sunday best, took another swig from his red Solo cup. He rested his arms against the same railing as Cory, looking back and forth from his own cup and out towards the sunsetting ocean at nothing in particular.
Leslie, in his Sunday best, took another swig from his red Solo cup. He rested his arms against the same railing as Cory, looking back and forth from his own cup and out towards the sunsetting ocean at nothing in particular.
Lmao so
ok
ok
okay so
what the fuck who the helllllll rented like a whole freakin marina
what kinda trump-ass bougie had enough clout, like, adult clout that adults care about, to rent a freaakin cruise ship for a party where they served ALCOHOL to MINORS like HOLY FUCK what is this
like who the fuck are you
are you like I dunno fuckin Archempress Ceciliette-Geauxrlicia de la Bonbons Bourbon Rothschild Vanderbilt Kennedy Walton Bell Mountbatten of Monaco or whatever like OH MY GOD
anywaus
anyways
Noreen had to be here. Cause like, she needed to know what the fuck was goin on.
And also because like how could she say no to a party cruise.
Like, mkay
where was lu
who gave a shit what Luanne was doing
BLAH BLAH BLAH art BLAH BLAH BLAH ethics BLAH BLAH BLAH commodification of art BLAH BLAHJ BLAH Andy Warhol BLAH BLAH BLAH Get the fuck outta here Luanne you aint here you gotta wait in the car
mkay so
Where was Noreen
Noreen was here.
The docks smelled like seaweed and fish farts. So she wasn't there.
She was on the cruise ship. Like, in the cruise ship. On the dance floor in the cruise ship. She was doing stuff, having a time, all that. Dancing, because everybody was dancing. Everyone was happy and everyone liked everyone and everyone was having a real okay time. She looked good, because that was how everyone else looked. Smelled like sweat and chlorine in here. Could taste the air. Music was loud. She liked it when the music was loud.
"It feels so good in the bay," The singer singing the song sang.
"IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD IN THE BAAAY," everyone sang with Noreen.
"BWA BWA BWA BWAAAAA BWA BWA BWA BWAAAAAAAAAA BWA BWA BWA BWAAAAAAA," the instrumentals went.
ok
ok
okay so
what the fuck who the helllllll rented like a whole freakin marina
what kinda trump-ass bougie had enough clout, like, adult clout that adults care about, to rent a freaakin cruise ship for a party where they served ALCOHOL to MINORS like HOLY FUCK what is this
like who the fuck are you
are you like I dunno fuckin Archempress Ceciliette-Geauxrlicia de la Bonbons Bourbon Rothschild Vanderbilt Kennedy Walton Bell Mountbatten of Monaco or whatever like OH MY GOD
anywaus
anyways
Noreen had to be here. Cause like, she needed to know what the fuck was goin on.
And also because like how could she say no to a party cruise.
Like, mkay
where was lu
who gave a shit what Luanne was doing
BLAH BLAH BLAH art BLAH BLAH BLAH ethics BLAH BLAH BLAH commodification of art BLAH BLAHJ BLAH Andy Warhol BLAH BLAH BLAH Get the fuck outta here Luanne you aint here you gotta wait in the car
mkay so
Where was Noreen
Noreen was here.
The docks smelled like seaweed and fish farts. So she wasn't there.
She was on the cruise ship. Like, in the cruise ship. On the dance floor in the cruise ship. She was doing stuff, having a time, all that. Dancing, because everybody was dancing. Everyone was happy and everyone liked everyone and everyone was having a real okay time. She looked good, because that was how everyone else looked. Smelled like sweat and chlorine in here. Could taste the air. Music was loud. She liked it when the music was loud.
"It feels so good in the bay," The singer singing the song sang.
"IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD IN THE BAAAY," everyone sang with Noreen.
"BWA BWA BWA BWAAAAA BWA BWA BWA BWAAAAAAAAAA BWA BWA BWA BWAAAAAAA," the instrumentals went.
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Of course Jasper was here. Jasper was one of the biggest reasons why this whole thing had happened in the first place.
Did it take a lot of convincing and promises to get Abuelo to buy so many tickets for the people in at his school? Yeah, it really did. He was definitely going to be working at the resort for a few more years than originally planned, and a good amount of his future gambling earnings was going to go into the resort and into Abuelo's pockets. Did that mean Jasper regretted it?
Fuck no!
The cruise and all the other ships were great. The people were chill and there was plenty of entertainment to go around, no matter what you were interested in. And yeah, maybe a good number of people he invited he didn't actually know all that well-at least one guy he invited he only knew the name of. But with the stress that Mangrove gave people? The majority of people from school deserved a party like this, in all honesty.
Jasper was up to his usual business, of course. He had been tempted to go out wearing only a speedo, but nixed the idea, figuring it was a bit too revealing, even for him. So his usual open shirt and shorter-than-average swim trunks it was.
Not a drop of alcohol had passed his lips, but he was definitely doing some heavy flirting. Would anyone have expected otherwise?
The pool was a great place to do his thing. He already took any chance he could get to swim, so that initial decision was easy. Add to it that all it took was some confidence and a well-timed wet hair flip to get people staring, and it felt more like a game.
And he wanted to win this game at least once while on this ship.
Did it take a lot of convincing and promises to get Abuelo to buy so many tickets for the people in at his school? Yeah, it really did. He was definitely going to be working at the resort for a few more years than originally planned, and a good amount of his future gambling earnings was going to go into the resort and into Abuelo's pockets. Did that mean Jasper regretted it?
Fuck no!
The cruise and all the other ships were great. The people were chill and there was plenty of entertainment to go around, no matter what you were interested in. And yeah, maybe a good number of people he invited he didn't actually know all that well-at least one guy he invited he only knew the name of. But with the stress that Mangrove gave people? The majority of people from school deserved a party like this, in all honesty.
Jasper was up to his usual business, of course. He had been tempted to go out wearing only a speedo, but nixed the idea, figuring it was a bit too revealing, even for him. So his usual open shirt and shorter-than-average swim trunks it was.
Not a drop of alcohol had passed his lips, but he was definitely doing some heavy flirting. Would anyone have expected otherwise?
The pool was a great place to do his thing. He already took any chance he could get to swim, so that initial decision was easy. Add to it that all it took was some confidence and a well-timed wet hair flip to get people staring, and it felt more like a game.
And he wanted to win this game at least once while on this ship.
''I didn't buy this shit, if anyone's in trouble it's whoever got us this, girl.''Maxine wrote: "Aw, dude," Max said, reaching to attempt to right Vasily's "You guys are gonna get us in trouble. Especially you, big guy.''
He swished around the empty red solo cup as if there was still some liquid in it. Really felt weird when there ain't anything that sloshes 'round the cup or anything like that.
''And if they can rent a whole ass, uh... cruise, like, they can afford to get us outta trouble.''
He blinked twice. Maybe he shouldn't have busted out that smily face eye and eyepatch combo today. Not like that it was cool to customize his own eyeball but it just felt off, and if he adjusted it then people would look at him weird and not in a good way, like, in a bad way where they'd think he was gross and uncool.
But at least he wasn't as uncool as, like, poor Cory in the house right now. Poor guy. He leaned on the railing, a biy harderc even harder, OK now the metal pressing into him was just uncomfortable, and then put one of his hands in front of him and pushed himself back away from the edge. Woah. Just like that. Feel the wind. Hell yeah. Made him feel all titanic n shit, just needed some guy to hold him at the waist behind him. Because wow. Maybe its the drink and nope its not the drink its just, uh, It's just the insomnia. OK. Just the insomnia. Anyways. Maybe he could fine someone better with to chit chat. Nothing against Mary and Max...
Nothing against them.
He looked around. Saw a few peeps that stood out. Nore- nope, Luanne, who was kinda further away. Jasper, showing off his trademark six pack abs again like he got something to prove, Larry, and...
''Hey, Cory!''
He hoped this wasn't, like, public humiliation for him or something.
''Haven't seen you in a party before. You enjoying yourself?''
Mary giggled at Vasily’s little stunt.
It only brought extra attention to her little faux pas, and, hey, polluting the environment a bit more, yay. But, she had to admit, it was funny. Maybe he’d been drinking enough as well, but she wasn’t certain.
And then Maxine came by, and tut-tutted them. Mary wasn’t sure how to react. Like, she didn’t seem angry? At least, not too much. And how was she supposed to react to someone offering to get her another drink, again? It was a polite thing to do, wasn’t it? Sometimes she knew the answer, but other times, she didn’t, even to things that seemed obvious.
Before she could dwell on that even a second longer, a chorus of voices, some clearly having had hit the sauce, had started careening out of the inside of the ship and straight into Mary’s ears. She flinched, closed her eyes. Opened them. It sounded like Metronomy's “The Bay” layered under partygoers’ attempt at performing a sing-a-long of it. It wasn’t even that loud, but it still kinda hurt a little. It was a legit bop, so she guessed people would want to sing along to it at a party, but still. Ow.. If she hadn’t dropped her drink before, she would have dropped it just now.
Relax. Breathe a little. It’s just music? Even if people are loud and off-key maybe.
“Right…” she said, mostly to herself.
And then Vasily turned his attention to Cory. And Cory… existed. That’s the most she could say about him. She leaned in, seeing him also leaning his body against the rail. Leslie, Emmett’s friend and teammate in competitive hick, was there too, but who cares.
“Uh, hey Cory. Don’t mind my little… mess,” she said, forcing a smile on.
Hm. Was it weird to bring that up, bring more attention to it?
It only brought extra attention to her little faux pas, and, hey, polluting the environment a bit more, yay. But, she had to admit, it was funny. Maybe he’d been drinking enough as well, but she wasn’t certain.
And then Maxine came by, and tut-tutted them. Mary wasn’t sure how to react. Like, she didn’t seem angry? At least, not too much. And how was she supposed to react to someone offering to get her another drink, again? It was a polite thing to do, wasn’t it? Sometimes she knew the answer, but other times, she didn’t, even to things that seemed obvious.
Before she could dwell on that even a second longer, a chorus of voices, some clearly having had hit the sauce, had started careening out of the inside of the ship and straight into Mary’s ears. She flinched, closed her eyes. Opened them. It sounded like Metronomy's “The Bay” layered under partygoers’ attempt at performing a sing-a-long of it. It wasn’t even that loud, but it still kinda hurt a little. It was a legit bop, so she guessed people would want to sing along to it at a party, but still. Ow.. If she hadn’t dropped her drink before, she would have dropped it just now.
Relax. Breathe a little. It’s just music? Even if people are loud and off-key maybe.
“Right…” she said, mostly to herself.
And then Vasily turned his attention to Cory. And Cory… existed. That’s the most she could say about him. She leaned in, seeing him also leaning his body against the rail. Leslie, Emmett’s friend and teammate in competitive hick, was there too, but who cares.
“Uh, hey Cory. Don’t mind my little… mess,” she said, forcing a smile on.
Hm. Was it weird to bring that up, bring more attention to it?
"I hate this place," Leah muttered.
Who even had... like, access to this resort-level corporation-ass big'ol vacation cruise?
She swayed to the obnoxious music for five minutes, and then called to pick her up back home.
Who even had... like, access to this resort-level corporation-ass big'ol vacation cruise?
She swayed to the obnoxious music for five minutes, and then called to pick her up back home.
A jacket-clad goth girl with a messy pixie cut, a pointed chin, large blue eyes, and a small nose quietly snapped a selfie with the boat party in the background and posted it to Twitter under the handle "juul_evuuns."
A short, dark skinned boy with braided hair and thin eyes took a sip of beer and then scrunched up his face at the flavor of it on his tongue.
Besides him, a tall girl with purple hair took her eyes off her phone to stare at the boy who also had purple hair. She felt a strong urge to dye it black now. The girl frowned. She was also holding a beer. It was unopened.
''I don't think we're supposed to be here.''
''We've never been the partiers, yeah,'' muttered the boy, who took out his phone and checked the newest posts on COTD. Agathokakological was as much of an expression of himself as it was a performance. And so were the others, who were probably a tad less genuine. Tom Brady, you know? And the tradwife. He was thinking about the shitty rp that somebody posted. It left a worse taste in his mouth than the drink. The girl shrugged and put her own phone in her pocket.
''That's not what I- anyways, whatever. I wonder how far we could push it before we get kicked out.''
''There's probably a thousand kids in this school. Half of them are drunk right now. And it's not like they haven't seen weirder stuff.''
''Yeah. It's kind of a shame that they still live in this universe, you know? Like, SOTF still exists, just more... detached now. I wonder how the kids captured for this season are fareing.''
''Dying?''
''I mean- like, yeah, I mean. Like you can party all you want. It doesn't stop the world from being fucked. Or even their personal problems. Look at the strawberry shortcake kid. She's not going to vodka the dysphoria away.''
''You're assuming things.''
The pale, brown haired girl stepped between the two.
''I've, um, never seen you guys in this school before.''
''The um is unnecessary,'' said the boy.
''Sorry, we just... couldn't help it. It looked really fun and he wanted to sneak in. It's been so long since he's gone to a party. Me too, actually. Covid.''
''I know, I know. But, like,'' Leah waved her hand at the other girl, ''You should still probably just go. And also that's, like, Vasily's dibsed bottle you're holding.''
''Wow... I wonder of that's important. Who is he again?'' The boy drawled his voice deeply, mockingly.
''Just... get out.''
''Fine.''
Besides him, a tall girl with purple hair took her eyes off her phone to stare at the boy who also had purple hair. She felt a strong urge to dye it black now. The girl frowned. She was also holding a beer. It was unopened.
''I don't think we're supposed to be here.''
''We've never been the partiers, yeah,'' muttered the boy, who took out his phone and checked the newest posts on COTD. Agathokakological was as much of an expression of himself as it was a performance. And so were the others, who were probably a tad less genuine. Tom Brady, you know? And the tradwife. He was thinking about the shitty rp that somebody posted. It left a worse taste in his mouth than the drink. The girl shrugged and put her own phone in her pocket.
''That's not what I- anyways, whatever. I wonder how far we could push it before we get kicked out.''
''There's probably a thousand kids in this school. Half of them are drunk right now. And it's not like they haven't seen weirder stuff.''
''Yeah. It's kind of a shame that they still live in this universe, you know? Like, SOTF still exists, just more... detached now. I wonder how the kids captured for this season are fareing.''
''Dying?''
''I mean- like, yeah, I mean. Like you can party all you want. It doesn't stop the world from being fucked. Or even their personal problems. Look at the strawberry shortcake kid. She's not going to vodka the dysphoria away.''
''You're assuming things.''
The pale, brown haired girl stepped between the two.
''I've, um, never seen you guys in this school before.''
''The um is unnecessary,'' said the boy.
''Sorry, we just... couldn't help it. It looked really fun and he wanted to sneak in. It's been so long since he's gone to a party. Me too, actually. Covid.''
''I know, I know. But, like,'' Leah waved her hand at the other girl, ''You should still probably just go. And also that's, like, Vasily's dibsed bottle you're holding.''
''Wow... I wonder of that's important. Who is he again?'' The boy drawled his voice deeply, mockingly.
''Just... get out.''
''Fine.''
Vazily waved hi to Mary and wondered when the rest of his friends would come.