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[b][color=00CED1]W H E R E  A T : [/color][/b] [color=silver]Diablo’s Place  | Diamond Road | Last House on the Right[/color]

[center][b][color=00CED1]K I C K O F F : [/color][/b] [color=silver]9:00 PM [/color][/center]
[right][b][color=00CED1]W H A T  T O  W E A R : [/color][/b] [color=silver]It’s a beachside pool party. Take that as you will.[/color][/right]
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[indent]Parties were a pretty normal occurrence in the young adult age category. If they were between the ages of 14 and 22, then it was likely that, at some point in their lives, these teens and young adults would be attending some kind of party- whether it was in a formal setting, out by the beach, in the forest, or perhaps at some dance. Regardless of the location of said party, one thing that was definitely [i]always[/i] a possibility was teenage promiscuity, the presence of alcohol and drugs, the lack of adult supervision, and, of course, the likelihood that bad things were on the horizon.

None would be so true as when the first party of the school year - not sanctioned by the school, of course - was being held at Santiago Fernandez’s beachside house. People could say what they wanted about how this particular young man held himself in the face of authority and other such figures. But his parties? They were among the most infamous in Palm Beach. His connections throughout the school and even outside of the United States of America were known for bringing in guests in the dozens. His bashes were nothing but wild and crazy; much like how Diablo himself lived.


Always with the hookups, party guests - those who were invited, at least - could find anything and everything when they arrived. Out in public view, of course, were tables upon tables full of assorted alcohol and other such beverages, with a big bowl of the famous Devil’s Punch. If you knew who to ask, Diablo had the hookup to make his party guests experience one to remember...or not, depending on the drugs they request. Other tables were dedicated to common party games like beer pong, pool, and large beach balls floating in the exotic pool. The decor was lit up like a Miami nightclub, with various shades of neon blue ranging from sky to royal. And as impressive everything both inside and outside the house was, it wouldn’t be a Diablo party if there weren’t guests from out of town and reggaeton music playing so loud that Bob Marley himself could be seen dancing in his grave.

Bottom line? This was bound to be a bash to remember.[/indent]
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[i]Estamos bien.
Sobran los billetes de cien.
No hay nada mal, estamos bien, está todo bien.
Todos los míos están bien, estamos bien.

No te preocupes, estamos bien.[/i]
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[indent]At half past nine, the man of the hour was confidently strolling through the pool area, red Solo cup in his hand and a cocky grin on his bearded face. Daddy Yankee was blaring through the speakers, and his friends from Puerto Rico were already getting started like the damn party animals that they were. No matter how hard he tried, Diablo couldn’t stop admiring just how fucking lit everything was looking for this party. Jesus fuck: April had certainly outdone herself this time around. That woman was a goddamned gift, and he would make sure to pay back all her efforts one way or another.

Still smiling, Santiago looked around until he found his favorite seat by the pool, perfectly located in a spot where he could easily see those coming or going much like a king would on his golden throne. The young man pulled out his phone from his pocket, and quickly sent April a text asking if she was on the way. Once that was over with, he turned his attention back to the party, where a few familiar faces from Kings were finally starting to arrive. As confident as he was in the quality of his parties, his only wish was that every single one of his attendees would have the fun they deserved: be it friend or foe. In nights like this, Diablo didn’t care about past or present feuds (which he avoided like the plague, as it would only bring unwanted attention to himself and could jeopardize his business). 

In nights like this, all he wanted was to party, and to party [i]hard[/i].[/indent]