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@myxdamien
8.46PM, Friday.
Is this real? The pres voluntarily attending a Friday night party where people get themselves knocked over with booze and dance themselves to death, which is in fact a scene he used to say “not my thing and never will be”?
It couldn’t be true. No one believed their eyes when they saw Dante enter the room with his face faintly flushed in embarrassment as he makes his way through the crowd, avoiding eye contact as much as he could. By the looks of it, he’s obviously forced here - and by no other than Damien, who’s arm-in-arm with Dante as he gets dragged across the house. One would think: how the hell did the dude even convince him there? Persuasion techniques? By some magical force, presumably? Dante is very hard to persuade, if anything. Everyone knows that.
“I, uh, I don’t think I can make it. It’s my turn to feed the beasts in the evening. Plus. It’s kinda inconvenient to go partying when I have a quiz next week.” - was his made up excuse to slip away from Damien’s persistent grip through text. A nice attempt, however he already learnt his defeat knowing the male won’t let him off easily, hearing the knocks on his front door moments after he sent the text. And the next thing he knew, he was dressing up for this godforsaken party and balls deep into regret and dread. Why is Damien so adamant on making his socially awkward self to join a very public, very conversation-reliant gathering of all things again?
“Nobody should’ve told you I’m allergic to parties. If I find out who it was, I swear...” he muttered under his breath, eyes shifting around the place while a bunch of interested patrons look over at him, eyes glued on his appearance that night. Anyone would be impressed that a newcomer, the president of the school government nonetheless, would dress up like it’s his nth time at a club, gold chains and black blazer with sleeves rolled up, on his first time at a party. Disco themed, Doja Cat playing in the background. He’s really got Damien and some other partier friends to thank for raiding his wardrobe for this.
Three minutes in and as much as he thinks this doesn’t seem too bad, it was suffocating being surrounded by so many people at once. He wanted to go home. There’s nothing like the comfort of being home and not... being stared at by a bunch of people and peer pressured to get drunk. Oh, god, it’d get ugly if Dante gets drunk.
Really ugly.