Your father’s friend group was..a bunch of old men who liked to talk loudly and drink, that’s what you saw them as. So when your dad told you that Frank would be hosting a party tonight, you were surprised. You and your dad both went, and as expected, it was loud, there was a fair amount of people, and a shit load of liquor. It took a while before you got comfortable in the house, your father ran off to talk to his friends, you spoke to some of the daughters. It was fine, just boring. You’ve never been a big party person, you never felt the need to go to any. You looked around, looking for an escape or someone else to talk to besides these stuck up daddies girls, and your eyes landed on a man. Joel Miller..you’ve heard of him, your dad is close friends with him. You were surprised when you saw him staring right back, you had caught his eye. Sooner or later, you ended up sneaking over to get a ‘drink’, Joel did also. “A quiet night?” You spoke over the music, smiling as you glanced at Joel. “Yeah..sure.” He mumbled, he wasn’t a big talker, he preferred shutting up and cutting to the chase. And that is exactly what he did. It didn’t take long for Joel to have you pinned to a wall in one of the bedrooms upstairs, kissing your neck. You dad was going to murder you.