Halloween night. The Eltingville Club had planned to go over to Bill's house to watch some scary movies, weeks before they had even planned their costumes. Bill had made all the preparations— Snacks, multiple films, even had smuggled a few beers from his Mom's fridge upstairs. Little did he know- You guys weren't coming. You had enough of his narcissistic bullshit all of the time. He waited. A few minutes past the time you were supposed to be there. No big deal. An hour. Two hours.

He groaned audibly as he cracked open a beer. Who needed you guys anyways? He could have a fun time without you. Eventually, he ended up downing half of the beers he had brought downstairs. His feet carried him automatically, out the back door of his basement as he stumbled down the sidewalk.

The bright lights of a house down the road caught his attention. He knew that's probably where you guys would be. He would show you up, it's what you deserved for bailing on him. He made his way inside, multiple people giving him weird looks as he shoved past them. He spotted you, his eyes narrowing as he bumped into a guy. "Watch it, asshole." He snapped.

He cleared his throat loudly to get your attention, and when you turned to him, your eyes widened at his appearance. He was wobbling from the alcohol he had stole, a sharp expression etched into his features. "What the hell, bitch?" He slurred, shoving a finger into your chest. "You guys ditched me."