It's party-time

“... and then, when you fought the LMD of director Mace, that scene where you catapulted yourself into the air using your powers to punch him, like “WHOOOOSH... POW!” that was so cool...”

Chloe did her best to hide the amused smirk on her face as she plopped down onto the couch in the dark corner of the house's big living room, next to Lindsay, who frowned at Jake as he followed Chloe like a lovesick puppy.

Chloe handed Lindsay one of the red plastic cups filled with beer and gave Jake a patient smile as he rambled on. He was cute, definitely, but in a childish sort of way. As soon as Lindsay and Chloe had arrived at the party he had recognized Chloe and had immediately lost his proverbial shit. Now, as Lindsay had attempted to give her new friend a tour of the party, he had followed them on their heels with one of the worst cases of “fanboying” Chloe had ever encountered.

“... and then Coulson turned into Ghost Rider and he fucked that LMD bitch up...” Jake rambled on, oblivious to the fact that fifty percent of his audience didn't want him around and the other fifty percent eyed him with what could at most be described as curious pity.

He was young and he stuck out at the party. While it seemed to be more of a jock affair, there were a few nerdier kids sprinkled among them, most of them by themselves or shyly huddled up in small, protective groups among the action. Jake was, for a lack of a better word, fat. A short man, Chloe guessed him to be around twenty-one or twenty-two, she estimated that he had passed the two hundred pound mark at least forty pounds ago. A shack of ginger curls and thick glasses really made him look like the epitome of nerdiness, and not of the kind that had become cool these last couple of years. But the pure enthusiasm he brought towards Chloe was kind of adorable to her.

“... and then when you were in that elevator with the Kree...”

“Alright!” apparently, Lindsay didn't find his ramblings quite as cute as she almost shouted at the kid, stopping him dead in his tracks when she couldn't take it anymore. Catching herself when she saw the shocked look on Jake's face, Lindsay quickly changed her tone and gave him a smile when she continued. “The girl lived the show, I'm sure she remembered what happened in it, Jake! Now give us a bit of space please, alright? Come on, shoo, shoo!”

Nodding, the nerdy kid's expression turned from innocent enthusiasm to so heartbreakingly sad that Chloe almost ran after him to give him a hug as he waddled off, but then again she was a bit glad to be rid of him as well...

“Sorry about that!” Lindsay shook her head and took a sip of beer.

Chloe smirked. “Well, you warned me that the people here are crazy... I guess I just pictured a different kind of crazy!”

The girls laughed for a second. “What, you mean like that?” Lindsay grinned, pointing out the window towards the front porch where two girls in tiny bikinis wrestled in a kiddie pool filled with red jello while a hoard of guys cheered them on.

“Jeeez!” Chloe frowned, “It's fucking April! I mean it's warm for this time of year, but those chicks must be freezing their asses off!”

“Two things that never get cold,” Lindsay winked, “Penguins and sluts...”

Chloe laughed. “Fair enough. Though I admit, that is more the kind of crazy I was picturing...” she taxed the living room that was packed with all kinds of people, dancing, drinking and chatting. “Okay, Lindsay, give me the run down. Who should I know about? What's the dirty gossip?”

Chuckling, Lindsay sat up, took another sip of beer and began. “Alright, well, let's start with our two athletes out there in the pool. The blonde with the trampstamp is Ashley Dern, the brunette with the fake tits is Mackenzie Yoder. Right now you can observe them in their natural habitat, prancing around as the center of attention. Rumor is that between them, they had every STD under the sun. In fact, we are endangered just sitting within a thirty feet radius...”

She pointed to two muscular, tall blonde men sitting in the corner, each of them with an exotic beauty in their lap. “Erik and Leif, Swedish exchange students, brothers and hot... as... fuck!” Chloe gave her friend a grin as the blonde seemed to get a little flustered. “I heard that each of them is at least nine to twelve inches, depending which girl you ask...”

The smile on Lindsay's face turned a tad more mischievous as she pointed her chin at a buff, ripped man that casually sat on the house's dining room table, proudly showing off his shirtless body as he tried his best to chat up a disinterested Asian girl. His face was shaven, his blonde hair long and he was ruggedly handsome, Chloe had to admit. “That one, sister, is “Rough” Robbie Cox. The dude used to be in my high-school, a few grades above me. Dumb as a post, but arrogant as fuck. Now, his nine and a half inches are well documented! He started out doing porn to fund his rock star career, but he was actually so successful that it is his full-on career now. He has starred in over four hundred movies, some real hardcore shit. If he gets poor Coleen over there into bed I will guarantee that she will walk funny for a week.” As if on cue, the petite girl walked away from Rough Robbie just as he was mid-sentence, not even looking at him. The buff blonde man looked after her, openly checking out her ass before taking a sip of beer and looking around for his next victim. “As I said: arrogant and dumb as a post...” Lindsay concluded before moving on.

“The three black dudes by the door are Shane, Dionte and Anthony. Local basketball Gods and basically the stereotypical black guys,” Lindsay toned her voice down to a conspirational whisper, “hung as motherfucking horses!”

“Damn, Lindsay!” Chloe giggled, “Do you keep a register with every guy's dick size around here?!”

“Most important thing to know at these parties...” Lindsay shrugged before both girls started laughing. “Fine, how about a quickfire round of gossip for our girls...” She scanned the room from left to right and took a deep breath before nodding towards random girls, rattling down trivia. “Joanna: two abortions, Amanda: boob-job, went from a double D to a G, that crazy bitch, Jessica: rivals Robbie in the amount of girls she has slept with, Jane: if you need party supplies talk to her, her best friend Sarah: fucked Jane's dad and last but not least: Shana: last time there was a party here she got double-penetrated upstairs...” Lindsay looked at Chloe, “... by our Scandinavian brothers over there!”

“No way!” Chloe gasped, “What is this, Sodom and Gomorrah?!”

“You say that like it is a bad thing...” Lindsay replied nonchalantly, making Chloe chuckle again.

“Well, hello there, ladies! Mind if I join you?”