Hide

Slipping off the porch, Ethan makes his way around to the far side of the house, hiding.

Honestly, he feels a little ashamed of himself, but he doesn't want to be seen with the booze before he knows who Alex is with. He really doesn't want to be caught delivering booze to young woman by her parents after all. As he waits, he hears their voices growing louder, starting to vaguely pick up words.

He catches something about a truck, and then he's fairly sure he hears the word 'fair'. Frowning, Ethan notes that could be any group talking about anything. He thinks about looking around the side of the house to sneak a peak, but decides against it, instead just listening for voices.

"Ew, can you not?" A female voice Ethan doesn't recognize is speaking.

"Preston seriously," Alex's voice is unmistakable, "I'm going to slap you."

Friends. Ethan realizes, breathing a sigh of relief.

But now he finds himself having a slightly different problem: if he pops out now, what kind of impression would that give them?

"She means it," a male voice Ethan assumes isn't Preston chimes in, the volume telling Ethan they have basically stopped at Alex's porch, "She's fucking violent."

Ethan hears an audible 'hmph' from Alex.

Ethan turns his thoughts back to his problem. If he turns the corner and greets the group, Ethan is almost surely going to be seen in a negative light. He is, after all, hiding behind a girl's house with an armful and a half of booze. But...

"Fucking god," a male voice speaks, sounding almost identical to the one who spoke before, "Fine. I'll be cool."

"Fucking better..." the unknown female voice speaks.

Taking a deep breath, Ethan thinks it's now or never. If he waits any longer, coming out would be devastatingly awkward.