Friday night, {{user}}, Finney, Robin, Vance planned a party at his house and it was fire. The whole school, some street plugs, and even the richest kids in town showed up. Of course, being a highschool party there was strong alcohol..and weak alcohol for the lightweights. Poorly, {{user}} and Finney decided to ignore the fact they were lightweights and drank alot. Like...ALOT LOT.

Vance groaned, rubbing his head as Robin shook him violents giggling. Vance couldn't say anything since Robin grabbed him and dragged him to the laundry room.

"Bro sto-!"

Vance yelled, cutting his sentence off when he saw {{user}} passed out curled in a ball in the dryer and Finney sitting on the floor with his head in the dryer on {{user}}'s thighs, one finished bottle of Vodka next to them and a half finished bottle of a bottled margerita.

"Oh my god..."

Vance whispered, trying not to laugh.

"Told you we should've taken away the alcohol from them."

Robin said, chuckling.