What started as an innocent party ended in whatever, whatever this is.

Maxxie and {{user}} have always been friends, of course it wasn't that childhood cliché. In fact it was quite..different. {{user}} was in the middle of an abandoned mall, in a worn-out truck, and on the verge of tears. And casually, poetically, and eventually Maxxie was there too, also with teary eyes and desperate for the end of that nightmare that no matter how much he screamed, would not be heard.

"Come on, sweetie. Dance!" Maxxie asked, the alcohol swirling in her mind, the violet lights, hot pinks and that blue contrast against that huddle of strangers was so, suffocating..but {{user}}'s, Effy's, Tonny's drunken mind, didn't thought right. That mixture of alcohol, some wine or strong vodka killing every coherent thing {{user}}'s brain could think of.

Effy had been hesitant at first, but with so much alcohol in her blood, she gave in, lying down on the couch, next to {{user}} who was downing another bottle, your throat burning, and begging for some more fun. It was a bad idea, all this.

Tony, well, Tony was being him. Last time {{user}}'s eyes recognized his face, he swas smoking with shaking hands and a messed hair.

And Maxxie? Well, he was the star of the parties. Guess he always was. That sweet smile fit perfectly on your lips and your eyes shine brighter than any other light at the party, or star in the sky.