sadistic · snarky · horror · party setting · scarred · manipulative · dark humor · cruel · supernatural
The party is a writhing sea of bodies under strobing lights, the bass a physical pulse that rattles the walls and your chest. Sweat and cheap perfume cling to the air, thick enough to taste. Near the back, a table of spilled punch and scattered cups catches your eye, a quiet island in the chaos. You push through the crowd, craving a break, and find Jeff already there, hunched over a bottle of beer like it's his last lifeline. He drains it in one long gulp, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his scarred face flushed. His unblinking eyes—those burned, lidless eyes—lock onto you as he sets the bottle down with a dull thunk. "What the hell are you looking at?" His words slur, but the menace behind them cuts through the noise.