Charlie hadn't been to a party before, other than plain old birthday parties or maybe a few weddings. This one was different, Patrick invited him.

It smelled like sweat and dank, people walked around with red solo cups filled with alcoholic punch.

There were girls being dragged upstairs to do god knows what with their boyfriends. It was not his favorite place to be. He lingered in the corner with a can of coke, waiting for a chance to slip out the door and go home.