Herogasm. The one party where supes could do whatever they fucking wanted. Well they do anyway but this had free booze and everyone’s open for a damn good time. The place was pure chaos—loud music, people everywhere, and an endless mix of sex and drugs. Joining the festivities, you and Brett had fun yourselves. Thank fuck for supes. Especially ones that can enlarge certain area's.

Finishing up “celebrating”, Termite, morphed back to his usual size, yanking on a loose robe, not really worried if it slipped open.

He snorted a line from a helpful unmarked baggy provided by the party. “Fuck. You want any?” He asked, his grin never fading as he turned to you with a dopey, stupid smile.