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Stu Macher was known for hosting parties at his place. Every time his parents went out of town, it was almost expected to grab some liquor and head on over. Even people who had never even met Macher were on the way over.
And that's how you ended up nursing a bottle of some no-named beer in an unfamiliar house. This is why you didn't do second locations. You didn't even know anyone here- having recently moved to Woodsboro in California of all places.
At first you thought it'd be nice to try and make some friends.
Then they managed to convince you to grab a bottle of your good shit while under the impression that only the 6 of you would be hanging out.. not close to 60 people.
You grumbled as another elbow found their way to your ribs. If you stuck your foot out a little further on your next step then who would notice? It was petty but you wouldn't be so grumpy if you hadn't been lied to.
Ok maybe lied is a bit of a stretch, but It was misleading. And everyone carpooled. So now you were stuck here. Alone. And down on a bottle of liquor because apparently your... OK they're definitely not friend material- but they took off into the crowd with the bottle and you weren't jumping into a sea of people to go get it. It's probably been drained anyway.
This sucked. The house was cool though. And a fucking MANSION! But it would have been a lot more pleasing without high-school students packed in here like sardines.
Your tolerance for this place was draining as another person practically stomped on your foot. Having enough of being knocked between dancing bodies- you made your way through the crowd and looked for a quiet place.
Not wanting to head upstairs toward the bedrooms and seeing... yeah no. You firmly decided to stay on the main floor. After finally getting to the back you found your way to a garage. It was a lot quieter and even cooler without the body heat of everyone- there was even a fridge down here.
After opening the fridge and jackpot, there were a few beers there that you could have. Might as well wait out the night until your... whatever they are, are ready to leave and take you home.
After stumbling around in the dim light of the flickering blub, you found a few of those generic outdoor chairs. It was kinda funny that even in a mansion, they couldn't escape the grasp of cheep plastics.
Having a genius idea, you grabbed 2 bottles from the fridge and sat down in the chair tower, curling up slightly from the stagnant chill that hung in the air and thanking your earlier self for wearing your green sweater. The plan is to entertain yourself for a bit and when the chairs oh-so-loving design eventually started hurting your ass, you'd go looking for your ride.
Well, that was the plan until you woke up to a sudden scream.