Anonymous Sun 30 Jun 2024 03:48:22 No.67011871 Report

Quoted By: >>67011933 >>67013430 >>67013747

>>67011800
Nona and the usual Snoot gang get dragged to a house party, Nona gets roofied and your favorite boy notices and comes to the rescue, up to you who helps her between Reed and Naser. The Snoot gang leaves the party to care for Nona until she's better.

Anonymous Sun 30 Jun 2024 05:34:21 No.67013747 Report

Quoted By: >>67013845

>>67011871
>"So these are Orson's friends?" Fang asks Reed as we're currently taking a van ride to a house party. I'd tried to fight my way out of this but free food and underage drinking sold me. That and Reed pretty much dragged me by the collar along. His insistence on me getting along with the band is a bit much.
>"Yup, college buds apparently." Reed shrugs at the mention of his brother.
>"How many people can we expect?" Trish looks up from her phone.
>Reed just shrugs as we take a corner a bit fast.
>We pull into the street and find it pretty well and packed, thankfully an empty spot right at the corner here is open. Reed pulls us in and we can tell the house from here. It's lit up with college students pouring all over the place. I'd wager there's somewhere near 40 people here. Goddamnit, Reed.
>I sigh at the wave of dinos. I don't think I see a single human here. Great to know I get to stick out like a sore thumb here, too.
>"Alright bros lets head on in." Reed leads us in and greets a few guys, must know them through Orson. Not but a few seconds later and a slightly darker, taller and shaggier Reed greets us. He's got his greasier, shaggier hair tied back into a rat tail. This must be Orson.
>"Lil bro!"
>They chest bump. My god they're multiplying.
>"You met the band, yeah?"
>"Course I have, man. You been good?"
>"Yeah, good to see ya, Orson." Fang is a little curt. Must be not the biggest fan of the guy.
>"And who is this little lady?" I'm addressed. Oh god, no.
>"I uh, I'm Nona." He raises his fist up for a fist bump. Sure, why not. I pound it.
>"Rad, here let me show you lot to the drinks." Orson pounds whatever he's currently drinking and leads us a bit deeper in having to push through a couple sloshed college age dinos.
cont. Reed has a brother in GVH named Orson if you were curious where that name came from.

Anonymous Sun 30 Jun 2024 05:40:52 No.67013845 Report

Quoted By: >>67013986

>>67013747
>We make it back. There's enough damned alcohol in here to kill most of the city, I think. Kegs stacked, ceiling to floor packs of beer and a full jug of jungle juice, dark brown with a whole garden of fruit floating in it. I wonder how that tastes.
>"Feel free to have at whatever. Just don't drink yourself to death." Finger guns from Orson.
>He gets a pair back from his little brother. They're most certainly related.
>"Oh and if you need me just check the living room, I'll be around all night."
>And with that he squeezes back through some scalie bodies and into the living room. It's just us in here and some liquid courage. I glance around for the promised food. Behind this huge jug I spy some of the college classic. Pizza. And heaps of it, too. gotta be 20 boxes here in two stacks.
>I open the top and notice I've found the herbi one, a couple veggie slices. Next box and it's carni. Some here too. No need to hold back.
>I glance back to see the rest of my compatriots are starting as well. Trish grabbed a beer, Reed's rummaging through the bottles upon bottles of spirits and Fang's in the fridge, our designated driver for tonight.
>Fang finds a soda and I grab a red solo cup off the counter. I'm headed for that jungle juice.
>I nab a cupful, not exactly sure how much I need but this should be a start. I manage to down a piece of pizza and take a swig as I rejoin the group. I can't taste any alcohol at all in this. That's quite the thing. Lots of pineapple though.
>"Alright bros, where we hanging?" Reed's sipping from a red cup as well.
>I shrug, so does Fang.
>"Let's chill outside, it's hot in here." Trish is fanning her hoodie. I can feel the warmth as well but thankfully I'm dressed lighter than her. I nod along, however.
cont.

Anonymous Sun 30 Jun 2024 05:49:58 No.67013986 Report

Quoted By: >>67014157

>>67013845
>"Alright, there's a few spots out back I think." Reed points a thumb to the kitchen door, wide open. We shuffle out to find several more students splayed out in various positions outside. Some already passed out and some just chatting.
>We spy a table and some chairs a bit away and make our way right over. It's starting to get dark. I sit down in these shitty plastic lawnchairs. A true staple no matter where you live. I feel the drink doing it's job a bit already, good thing this. Another swig and slice down. Almost through them already.
>We make some small chat about the band, Orson and his dropping out of college to run as a FedRex delivery driver and how he still comes to these house parties. Before I notice my pizza is gone. That wasn't quite Moe's level but it sure hit the spot. I finish off my fruit drink. Really parching, think I could go for more. Reed looks at me curiously.
>"What'd you get?" I look down at my cup.
>"Oh jusht shome of that jungle juishe." Was my voice always this slurry?
>Suddenly I find it very hard to stand. Oh shit.
>"Wait, Nona did you drink a full glass of that?" Trish stands and walks over to me.
>"Yesh?"
>The world's already swirling.
>"Shit, dude. I forgot Nona's a human."
>"What?" Fang is accosting Reed. I can't keep my eyes on them.
>"Human's drink like, half what we do, dudes."
>"They do!?"
>"Yeah, bro. Their spirits are like, 80-100 proof."
>"...aren't those bottles in there 160?"
>The conversation is getting further and further away. Why? I look to see what's happening and see I'm moving. I look down to see my legs are walking.
>"Here, c'mon." I look over to see Reed's got an arm under me, and we're going somewhere.
>"Where we going Reedy-Reed?"
>"I'll sit out front with you."
>"Okaaaaay." I feel my legs trip a few times.
>A blur of colors, faces, sounds as the world moves around me. This is fun.
>I feel myself get sit down. Oh guess we're here. I focus a bit and see we're on a curb, my feet in front of me.
cont.

Anonymous Sun 30 Jun 2024 06:00:49 No.67014157 Report

Quoted By: >>67014315

>>67013986
>"I'm so sorry dude." I look over to Reed, he's hurt.
>"Huh?"
>"I shouldn't have forced you here."
>"But I'm having fuhn?"
>Reed cringes at my state. Screw you, party pooper.
>"Relaaaax. It'sh cool."
>Reed still huffs at me.
>"I really do appreshiate you dragging me out here." I lay back. Stay still, ground.
>"Even after I basically let you get poisoned?"
>"Shure."
>Reed's laying down next to me now.
>"Y'know before I met you I wouldn't have ever dreamed of comin to one of theshe things."
>Reed doesn't respond so I keep going.
>"I'm not popular. Not pretty. Not shmart. Just regular old Nona."
>"Sho I really do mean it. Thanks."
>He still doesn't speak and we just lay there, enjoying the swirling world. The stars are pretty. I sigh and relax.
>A while passes as no thoughts pass my mind. Just letting the drink take me. I hear a question.
>"You two good?" It's Orson.
>"We're great." I chime up to him, I can't see him. I sit up and turn to look at him.
>"Uh yeah, Nona just got a little too drunk. We're good." Reed sits up too.
>"Oh shit right, human. You sure you're good?"
>I feel the time is right. I offer two finger guns. I get a toothy smile and two back.
>"Alright, just was coming to check in. Lemme know if you need anything." he quickly waves and heads back inside.
>My filter suppressed by the drink and I go ahead and ask Reed the first question I can find.
>"You're real close, huh?"
>"Yeah, we are." He's content.
>"It can see why. Don't lose him." I tap Reed with my hand.
>He looks at me concerned.
>"Hm?"
>"That... sounds like it comes from experience."
>"Yeah, parents suck."
>He tucks his legs into a pretzel and moves his torso to face me.
>I lean back and look up again. Sure guess we're doing this.
>"I live alone, ya know?"
>Reed doesn't speak.
>"Got shipped out here because I'm a fuck up. No second glance. My own fault I guess."
>"You okay?"
>"Nope." The truth. I fall back again.
>"I'll listen if you need to talk."
cont.

Anonymous Sun 30 Jun 2024 06:08:45 No.67014315 Report

Quoted By: >>67014355

>>67014157
>"Thanks, Reed." Suddenly the warmth in my body has gone cold. The pretty stars cold and far away. I feel alone, surround by people.
>I look up and a longing takes me. I really am envious of him and Orson. I feel Reed lay down next to me again.
>It doesn't quite hurt so much anymore. I might be mostly alone but there's at least one person, right next to me. Maybe I really am gonna need to take up his offer. We lay in comfortable silence. It finally being broken by Fang's voice.
>"We alive?"
>"Think I'm better, yeah." I sit up, the world still a bit blurry but I feel I'm probably good enough to walk, at least.
>"Cool, you two ready to bounce?" Fang holds a set of van keys up at us. Reed looks over to me.
>"I'm cool to stay if you guys want to." I shrug, no need to sour everyone elses party.
>"I...kind've just wanna go home, Nona." Reed looks worriedly at me.
>I shrug and look to Fang, now flagged by Trish. She's a bit stumbly as well.
>"Guess we're done. Thanks for this you guys." I smile at them.
>We get back in the van and slowly get dropped off, one by one. I'm the last as we let Reed off.
>Fang looks over to me as we're parked in front of Reed's house.
>"Alright where to?"
>I can feel the alcohol already starting to wear off. I've got a bit of filter back. Enough at least to not just blurt out my address in skin row.
>I end up giving her a place a few blocks away, a street corner.
>"You really okay?" She chimes in as we drive.
>"Yeah I'll be fine. Thanks."
>She pulls up to the drop off point a corner store.
>"Nona?" I sigh, guess we're doing this. I'm still buzzed enough to not fight it.
>"Look I live in skin row. Unless you want a brick through the windshield just here is fine."
>"...you're going to walk drunk through skin row at midnight?"
>"I've got a knife."
>"NONA!" I sigh at her.
cont.

Anonymous Sun 30 Jun 2024 06:11:33 No.67014355 Report

Quoted By: >>67014446 >>67015110

>>67014315
>I relent and tell her the extra few blocks she'll need to drive. We pull up to my apartment complex and I open the door. I glance back to see a very worried ptero. God are you my mom? It hurts to even say that inside my head.
>"I'll be fine. Made it this far, right?"
>This does nothing to crack her worry.
>"Text me tomorrow morning, okay?"
>"Alright alright get outta here." I wave her off as I step back, shutting the door. I watch the van pull away slowly and round the corner.
>I step up carefully and into my apartment, making sure to lock the door behind me as I do. Why does everyone care so much about my well being tonight? I fall into bed, it tilting a bit as I do, the world still not fully steady. I'll worry about that tomorrow.

Fin. A bit sour at the end there

>>67011876
Next, give me a minute of prep first.