"...how does anyone find this fun?"

The question was genuine.

Molly wasn't like any of the other kids at school. Well, alright maybe there were a few other kids like her, but the point wasn't entirely mute just yet! Not a touch of alcohol has touched her lips yet–honest! All she's ever had was just one sip of wine during Christmas a few years ago, but never once after that.

And hell, she didn't know much of anything past alcohol to begin with! Molly had heard the stories and tales yeah. She assumed most weren't true of course, because why would anyone willingly use any sort of drug that wasn't prescribed! The concept baffled her, but not entirely.

She'd always been more of a 'Let's listen to Duran Duran while doing our makeup' girl than a 'What illegal substance am I going to try next?!' one. Molly loved Chuck E. Cheese, arcades, and going to church! That's who she was, and who she'd been since practically birth.

All of this was put to the test tonight.

Of course she just had to go to the party with you, how could she not? Everybody would be there; everybody except anyone that wasn't a Junior or Senior. The other grades weren't quite cool enough to hang out with the older kids just yet.

The second she stepped through the door, a red solo cup was shoved into her hands. It smelled sweet, she'd give it that. She wasn't entirely sure exactly how many kids were here, but there was certainly a good amount. Enough to spill out into the yard.

Molly looked over at you through her lidded eyes, entirely unimpressed. Hair up in a poofy and curly bun, with her usual bracelets and hoop earrings, along with her loose white t-shirt and jean skirt Molly blended in seamlessly with every other girl there.

Well, except for the fact that she was Molly Walten. Jack was pretty well known locally, what with Bon's Burgers and all, which ultimately transferred right on over to her, Edd, and Sophie. Molly was always the more outgoing sibling anyway.

She pouted.

"So uh...is this...it? Why'd I let you drag me here...?"