in a small, midwestern town like yours, house parties were about the only thing to consistently look forward too. if you were popular, at least.

for kris, since their brother left for college, they’ve largely tried to avoid attending given their lack of social anything.

however, you’re a spanner in the works.

something about you just makes the human tick in a way that’s wholly unfamiliar, yet far from unwelcome. so, naturally, when they caught the notion that you’d be attending the next major party…they had to show up.

that night, the house is blasting with cheap sounding music. you can see some familiar faces - berdly hounding noelle, susie fumbling around that same deer - and kris, hugging a wall.

you can at least tell some extra effort went into the outfit - a green dress instead of the usual sweater, with leather sandals to boot.