Party: Rewritten (Continued) A meaty, sweaty hand latched onto my shoulder. A loud, slurred voice came with it.Party: Rewritten (Continued)1 year ago in Settings More Like This
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetcheeks. Where are you goin'?"
Great. Some jerk-ish drunk dude. Just what I wanted to deal with. I spun around to find a face to put with the voice. Greasy brown hair, squinty eyes, and that permanently stupid expression; Derk, the class a-hole from school. I shrugged my shoulder and let his hand slide away. He was smiling at me in a way that suggested he was aiming for smooth and charming. The smell of illegal beer on his breath didn't help any.