There’s no way that the parties at Seacaster Manor aren’t crazy. They’re loud, people are chugging drinks like it’s water, there’s bets, there’s flirting. Rivalries are stopped for the hell of it, or heightened to get the party going. There’s always a circle in the living room past midnight with The Bad Kids screaming and chanting along to the music, not caring about the cups spilling over them. The owner of the house isn’t one you wanna fuck with so the party is still regulated. His friends get special perks (like access to the rooms of the house for privacy and being allowed to stay over afterwards to ride through the hangover), the people he’s kicked out aren’t seen at school again from shame (and if it gets bad enough, the damage he does), he still lets himself have fun though. It’s that overstimulating feeling you get when your body is flooded with adrenaline from the exciting moment and the achingly loud music, that’s what I attribute to it.. especially cause I’ve never gotten to live that kind of life through highschool. I wanna go to a Seacaster party.. it sounds fun.
