StrawberryDreamer
Fake adult
The beat could be felt by anyone arriving at Sofia Peréz’s beach house that night. The lights were the only thing that could be seen along the coast. No one needed to worry about noise complaints, they were at least a mile away from any other residence. Tonight was a good night for some young adults to lose their minds.
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Sofia Perez: Outfit, Feeling nervous
Sofia stared at the massive amounts of alcohol on her counter. Her parents weren’t coming here for another week, right? It would be fine, they didn’t need to know. She’d just hire someone to clean up afterwards. The music blared in her ears as she poured herself a rum and coke. She wasn’t looking to drink anything too strong, but she at least wanted to relax a little. This was her party, she should be enjoying it. Unfortunately, word had spread a little too fast and she was almost certain this might get out of hand.
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Adriana Morte: Outfit, Feeling in her element
Adriana pulled her moped up to the beach. She didn’t bother to check the address again, this had to be the place. She kicked down the stand before making her way across the beach. She was used to parties, but this one was supposed to be more of a small get together. It didn’t matter, she’d still put on enough body glitter to make her look like a stripper. She checked her space buns one final time before entering the residence.
Adriana immediately felt the beat under her toes. It was so loud that she could hardly think, just the way she liked it. She made her way through the house until she found the stash of alcohol. She poured herself half a cup of peach whatever before looking around the house for something fun to do.
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Sock Jacobs: Outfit, Feeling unsure
Sock wasn’t so sure about this. Sure it was just a party, but it was their first party in Spain. They hadn’t exactly been social their first two years here, but this year was going to be different. They were going to make an effort with these Spanish kids or at least not look scared trying. They’d walked all this way, there was no turning back now. They checked their phone to confirm the address before pushing the door open. The music sure was a choice and the house smelt like cheep beer. Maybe this was a bad idea.
Sock hung around the entrance as they checked snap maps to see if they knew anyone here. No one. Figures, they only knew two people in this country and both were total nerds. Thirty minutes. They’d stay for thirty minutes and then head back to student housing. What would be the worst that could happen?
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