Tonight was probably going to be a mistake. Cade had an inherrent distrust of the Liberty alum, just because they were from there. He had declined to get the free extra credit to act as a tour guide, and you can interpret it for yourselves if it's out of principle or boredom. But, a party is where the whole wealthy asshole group thing might pay off. Good drinks,at least some good company probably, and he would be lying to himself if the girls from Liberty weren't as extremely hot as they were stuck-up. 

Then again, Rosefell [i]is[/i] a total shitshow. That's undeniable. Like, the whole place screams apathy. Going from whatever private school money laundering gifted kid program to Rosefell must be the biggest possible culture shock. But man, just the drama of it all, already on day one.

So yeah, anyway. The party was on. Besides, if there's one thing, and it can't possibly be more, that Rosefell can be proud of or at least pretend to be, it's the football team. A successful excuse to get shitfaced is the perfect compensation for attending. And Cade had even dressed up for it! Well, he had put on a thrifted leather jacket on good condition over [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0015/2602/products/CaracallaDarkHeatherT.png?v=1597331814]this shirt[/url] with some ripped dark jeans and sneakers. Fancy shit. He was also carrying his backpack with him, with a bottle of vodka inside, because you show up at a random dude's house for a party, you might as well bring a housewarming gift. He had, um, collectivized it from a store but he had to be honest, he was 90% sure that label was NOT on Russian. Maybe polish? He hoped it was at least drinkable.

Having taken the bus to the closest convenient stop, which was too far away for his taste, Cade was walking to Christian's place with [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_G0X_Um28lA]this sick tune[/url] blasting from his earbuds, and just pondering shit. Was he going to get pass-out shitfaced or piss-off-the-Liberty-chicks shitfaced? Did he bring enough pre-rolls to last? Who was the most likely to get their shit kicked in? Was the music going to be good or at least passable? Probably not but one can only hope he'd get numb enough to stop noticing. In all honesty, despite it being a party and him willingly choosing to be there, it did feel a bit like a representation of how shitty senior year was going to be. Like, he only had disaster on his mind for both, yet he's still partaking and only one of the two disaster would at least be entertaining. 

[color=662d91]"Yup, that's the right mindset you stupid piece of shit."[/color] he muttered to himself as he was finishing a cig. He was getting closer to the mansion- he could tell by how much the place was glowing. Honestly, the house was probably amazing before it was decorated to look like it was radiating synthwave from its very essence. But yet it kind of proved his point. Decent folks don't live that good. He started fumbling for the bottle in his backpack to have it ready, wrestling with the other stuff he had the habit of putting in there just to feel the weight on his back when carrying it as he was getting closer to the place.