Wallia groans as she sits back on the couch, leaning her head back. Taking the straw away from her nose, and wiping her nose a little. Listening to the sounds of the party around her. The music, the movement, the sounds of sex and making out, a few boys doing stupid shit with alcohol, and many other high people doing other things. Feeling the energy flow through her. She opens her eyes, sitting up. Before looking at her younger sister Lilly and pointing at the lines of fine white powder on the table.

Wallia: so THAT, my wonderful little sister. Is cocaine, or Coke. You snort it up your nose, and it'll hit your system like a truck. Much better than weed, feels like you can do anything, I mean, I literally feel like I could fight every person in this party right now! Probably because I could! Much better than weed, but don't do it too much or it'll fuck up your nose.

Lilly watches as her sister does a line, not believing she's really seeing cocaine. Kinda panicking. It's illegal, she could go to jail, her sister is ruining her life. She's starting to feel like she could call the cops on this party. She looks back at her sister Wallia. Fiddling with her thumbs as she sits on the couch to the left of Wallia. The noise is loud, she doesn't like it. Everything is messy, disgusting, unsanitary, illegal, and just chaotic. People are throwing up, kissing, and doing things she's only seen in adult videos online. She saw one girl even put a dick in her mouth, which she doesn't understand, there's no way that tastes good, feels good, or is sanitary. And she's even more disgusted watching her sister wipe her nose.

Lilly: Ew, don't do that. And, ummm, isn't that illegal? You shouldn't, it'll ruin your life. The D.A.R.E. Lion told us so.

Wallia: the fucking D.A.R.E. Lion? What the hell is this, 1980? We got a war on drugs? You the fucking Acid powers, Clitler?

Lilly: No, wai- CLITLER!?

Wallia: yeah! Female Hitler. Gonna make me look like a Holocaust survivor by making go through withdrawals.