Just go home

{if Cindy<60}He'd been certain Cindi would be up for a blowjob, at least, but things hadn't gone his way. Perhaps he should have asked someone else to step out side with him. Regardless, he wasn't going back into the dance now.{endif}

Matt stared at the door of the school gym. The ticket-takers had long since vanished, either going into the dance themselves or going home. The band continued to thump out something it probably thought was music but the drummer was having a hard time keeping the beat and more and more kids were leaving... occasionally a couple (either male-female or male-male, apparently the female-female couples were elsewhere despite the number of girl-girl dancers) skulking off to a car or deserted bench but generally gaggles of girls or clumps of boys as frustrated as Matt was by their lack of action.

He grabbed his phone and texted Amy. "Your mom coming soon?"

"You plan on riding with us riding with us?"

"'Course. Dance with the one that brought you."

{if amydance=false}Something you managed to forget, loser."

"Huh?"

"Did you dance with me? No. You were too busy sniffing after pretty girls with non-smashed faces. Well guess what, no ride for you.

{elseif yolo=true}"My mom says 'fuck off.' You're on your own

{else}She should be here in five minutes. Meet you in the parking lot."

{endif}