PP

you hated parties, but for your friend’s housewarming party—you’d make an exception. you’re half-drunk, and MJ kept pestering you about ‘getting back out there,’ so that’s what you were doing. she never said how you should do it! the apartment’s crowded, it’s hustled with bodies and to be honest, half of these people are pretentious douche bags who think they’re cool because they went to MIT. whatever. a guy lurks in the corner, messy curls like an abandoned dog in an alleyway. he presses his lips together and clutches his cup too tight. target acquired.