[[half lucid half lactose dream.]]
Sometimes things are outrageous and you just go with it. Sometimes there's nothing in the known universe that can stop it. We can't follow the story. There's a bag of rice and two Asians.
There's a party going on...he doesn't usually party but he's there. Is there anyone in this fucking party that likes soda? Human interaction is such a dumb thing. The idea that a congregation of people you don't know and don't care about suddenly causes you to become wild/dangerous or have fun. Experiences are formed with a core group of people with whom you've forged some bond. I hate you until I know you, but he's at a party against better judgment.
Why am I here, how did I even get invited?
To dump you.
KID looks around, he forgot he was at a party but he didn't see anyone looking at him.
To dump you!
Ok, I hope you find happiness.
KID is shocked because he:
(A) Thought a girl was speaking to him when she was really dumping her boyfriend.
(B) Can somehow hear this private conversation that no one else seems to notice in the middle of a party he shouldn't have been invited to.
I gotta get something to drink...I'm getting to anxious.
KID takes a ladle full of punch as takes a swig.
He spits it out all over some dick wearing his father's silk shirt.
Though the dick speaks perfect english, KID can't seems to understand a word that came out of his mouth.
KID at this point is stricken with confusion, and if there's anything an angry dick doesn't like is a weird face. Makes them feel inferior.
KID at this point is scared shitless at DICK's incoherent speech.
DICK dumps the punch bowl on KID.
KID runs away.
Soaking wet and reeking of alcohol.