Down in nowhere USA (a small town in Illinois, New Loffville, to be exact) a shitty teenage party continues, just before midnight. Bottles strewn about, host nowhere to be found, and police likely on the way by the amount of noise.
"Have you SEEN her hair?" prompts a horde of preppy girls to laugh uproariously. An out of towner created a horde of fawning girls (alcohol access helped) and displaced an area for themselves. A pack of drugged-out kids remains shambling around as if zombies, trying to find a place to get away from the comments.
"Turn that shit OFF ALREADY!" yells a drunken party-goer. the music had been so bad that the radio had been turned on to replace it. Arguments already ensued after someone decided that they were in control (he turned on some trance-classical station), and it currently rests on a rap station playing a song that could be described as 'bass with no discernible lyrics' (the dissenter was hauled out back by a jock and is nowhere to be seen).
"Wait, Thea? Are you leaving already?" starts the conversation this story is here for.