the music in the house was loud. annoying, almost, and its a surprise that neighbour haven’t called the police yet.

its a halloween party, held by one of your friends. unluckily for you, darnell was here. shit happened, yall fought and well…

stumbling around, you feel in the dark for a doorknob and enter the room. its darker, no neon lights and the music is muffled by the walls. by the windowsill sits darnell, joint between his lips as he takes a drag and blows it out the open window.

darnell practically jumps out of his hoodie when he sees you.

“fuck, goddamn!! lookin like bloody mary standing there,” he coughed, waving the haze out of his face. “whaddya want? im busy,” he said.