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Tommy moved through the crowd of dancing, drunken faces with caution. Anyone could bump into someone else, and get antsy about it. A simple [i]watch it[/i] could turn into a drunken fight in front of everyone. And if a fight broke out, he'd just fuck off and go home. If someone tried to make him drink some of that blue sludge he saw at one of the "bar tables," as someone charitably considered them, he'd just fuck off and go home. If someone told him he wasn't actually invited, that he needed to leave before someone got embarrassed? Believe it or not, three tries to get it right, he'd just fuck off and go home. The thrum of the music was obnoxious, the sounds of wails and laughter threatened to give Tommy a migraine, and he was pretty damn sure he smelled something [i]illegal[/i] in between the notes of booze and sweat. How did anyone tolerate this long enough for a party to begin and then finish? Did they just get so damn inebriated that they didn't notice the Check Engine lights in their brains? Did they just fucking tough it out? People were fucking weird.

He recognized a few faces. That softball girl, running into the bathrooms that a derelict warehouse seemed to have. Tuyen Doan, not far behind her. He didn't know either of them very well, why would he? He knew plenty of people, but not [i]well.[/i] Not personally. They were just faces, not even really acquaintances.

He felt someone poke him, and turned around. 

[quote=Paleolithic caveman who throws things far.][color=C0C0C0]“Wow. Who invited you?”[/color][/quote]

Tyler fucking Fox. Tommy craned his head up to look at the taller guy, he didn't have a particularly amused expression on his face. Nobody gave two shits about Tyler beyond his ability to toss a ball and give himself concussions on the field. The guy had an ego he conflated for justification to be annoying in the general vicinity of people who couldn't be bothered to remember his name if he wasn't always shouting about [i]the team.[/i] Tommy, being someone who didn't really care about sports, didn't typically hang around in the same circles as Tyler.

So why was he being singled out here?

[color=A79500]”Dunno. Must have been a ghost or something,”[/color] Tommy remarked. Probably some kid who didn't want the cops blaming them for this, and thought anonymous numbers were good enough for that. [color=A79500]”What about you? Your coach a fan of underage drinking, Fox?”[/color] Honestly, who invited [i]him?[/i] Tommy could've understood being left out himself, but Tyler? Tyler was just a punk with a half-decent arm. He sure as shit wasn't bringing drugs, he'd get kicked off the team for it. What kind of good vibes was his bitch ass bringing?