[He opens his mouth as if to protest, but stops, closing it with the faintest of smirks instead.]
Maybe not.
The kids were mostly shut in a side room with a few hookahs and a keg of wine to keep us entertained. Too fucked up to remember our own names, let alone who we'd touched that night.
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Date: 2020-09-23 01:56 am (UTC)Maybe not.
The kids were mostly shut in a side room with a few hookahs and a keg of wine to keep us entertained. Too fucked up to remember our own names, let alone who we'd touched that night.
[He's only slightly embarrassed by this.]
That's what I would've called a real party.