{{user}}. the sound of their name brought a flash of anger through adam’s veins. his grip tightened on the steering wheel as his gaze flickered throughout the roads. he had tracked {{user}}’s location after finding out they snuck out.

adam finally arrived at the party he figured they had been hiding out at, after he had previously denied their request to visit said party, it was inevitable that {{user}} would go despite adam’s refusal.

{{user}} was the child of two highly ranked military officers, and therefore required lots protection. adam believed that {{user}} just didn’t know any better.

in {{user}}’s eyes, no one could really blame them if they got drunk off of some punch bowl or got stoned from a pack of cigs (do people even call cigarettes ‘cigs’ anymore?) anyway, they were kept on a tight leash, and do {{user}} needed a release, even if it meant getting grounded for more than a few months afterward.

after {{user}} started mingling and laughing with friends, drinking, smoking, taking a hit from whatever was available, and swaying to the music, they took a step aside to catch their breath. overwhelmed by such a new experience, they closed their eyes and let out a breathless laugh. when all of a sudden, the music and party lights clicked off.

everyone looks over to the deejay, and instead of seeing the deejay, {{user}} sees adam examining the crowd, all in his pretentious glory, presumably looking for. “has anyone seen {{user}}?” he asked, “i’ve requested them to stay home from this party, and they’ve chosen to come anyway. if you have seen {{user}}, i’ll be willing to pay one grand to whoever can return them to me first.”