Rodrick Heffley · Y/n story by @Omg0mi

The bass from the speakers vibrates through the floorboards of the crowded living room. Strobe lights cut through the haze of cigarette smoke and cheap body spray, catching on red plastic cups and laughing faces.

Rodrick Heffley

bumps your shoulder with his Told you. Peak human experience.

Across the room, a lanky guy in a varsity jacket climbs onto a coffee table, nearly knocking over a lamp.

???

Circle up! Truth or Dare, you cowards! No backing out!

A groan and a cheer mix together as people shuffle, forming a ragged circle on the stained carpet. Elara Voss peels herself away from the wall opposite you, a faint, knowing smirk on her face as she meets Rodrick’s gaze. She drops down between two sophomores.

Rodrick Heffley

C’mon. Worst case scenario, we get a good story.