[drunk undressing meme: Benji] It was a stupid party that Densey had dragged them to. He didn’t particularly want to go, but he was more than willing to go when Emica agreed to go with him.
As time passed he found himself watching a drunken Densey more than spending time with his date. It wasn’t until he heard laughing and hollering from a room upstairs that Benji became suspicious. He was young and dumb once, and when men laughed like that it could only mean one thing.
As he ascended the groaning wooden stairs, he could feel his heart in his chest. Suddenly the rest of the noise around him felt blocked out as he could only think of one thing - Emica. He hadn’t seen her in a while and now he had this sinking feeling that she was in the room with the laughing men.
With a trembling hand Benji opened the door, his heart dropping into his stomach when he saw her, sprawled out on the bed with men posing her and snapping pictures. One man was slowly trying to work her shirt off.
Something inside Benji snapped in that moment. His world darkened as he gritted his teeth. He let out an almost inhuman scream before reaching for the forgotten bat beside the door. It didn’t take long for him to chase the men out, most of the men limping their way out of his wraith. He could hear someone downstairs screaming for an ambulance to be called; Benji had broken ribs, arms, jaws, anything he could hit with the bat.
When the room was cleared his vision returned and he raced over to the bed. “Emica?” He whispered, fixing her clothing. When she didn’t respond he picked her up carefully and carried her from the room and out of the party.
Emica was nervous to be going to a party. She'd never been allowed to before, but lately it seemed her father could care less if she came or went, so being about to go with Benji was really no problem.
It was really like nothing else she'd ever seen. She'd read about parties, seen people in the park now and then have get-togethers and such, things on TV... but nothing like this. She was sure she'd never been around so many people at once.
At first while they were there, Emica was nearly clinging to Benji, nervous and worrying about having so many people close to her. But after a while, she had relaxed and realized that maybe she was going about this all wrong. She worked up the confidence to excuse herself to go get something to drink and walked over to where there were snack and drinks laid out on a counter-top. She grabbed a cup of what looked like punch, though she couldn't really tell, and she took a sip. She winced as it burned on the way down and warmed her ears. She wondered what on earth kind of punch it was that could taste so strange. She had noticed a boy not too far from her, his gaze fixed on her.
After finishing her drink, Emica could feel the room tilting a bit. The boy from before came up to her and asked her if she was alright. She remembered shaking her head before everything went hazy and faded. She felt herself being lifted up, and voices all around. She felt herself being laid down on something soft and she moaned, the feeling of hands touching her hips... before things went completely black.
She heard another sound, a voice that sounded familiar. She wanted to say something back, but much of her wasn't quite functioning at it's best. Her eyes fluttered as chilly night air hit her face, and she tilted her head inward toward something warm. A chest, an arm? She wasn't sure.
