Making an Entrance

It would be an exaggeration to call Rebecca's house a mansion, but it was probably as close as you could get to one in a suburban area. Her family had a big house with a big front yard, one of those big windows above the front door you could see a chandelier through. A three-car garage was at the end of an already full driveway, and as Silver parks the car just down the road, you can see that a handful of people are hanging out around a firepit in the backyard.

"...Can't we park a bit closer?" you ask, **** to leave the relative privacy and warmth of the backseat.

"You see a spot anywhere?" Silver asks, turning the car off and tucking the key into her bra.

"It'll be like a two second walk, you big baby," Chris adds as she pushes your shoulder to nudge you out the door, "though if you're really worried about the chill I'm sure Shannon'd be happy to keep you warm."

"I think I can manage," you mutter, and shudder as you feet hit the cold grass between the sidewalk and the curb. You sidle over to let Chris get out as well, but you keep your back to the car, lest any nosy neighbors peek outside and catch a glimpse of your full moon. The girls get out of the car and start down the road, with Chris hanging back to make sure you kept up. For a moment you're thankful that no one else is arriving at the same time as you, but that thankfulness only lasts until you make it to the front of the house and Silver opens the door. You blink as your eyes adjust to the light, and quickly you're **** to come to terms that, yes, this is actually about to happen, as Chris pushes you through the doorway.

You do your best to keep Silver and Shannon in between you and the doorways further into the house, but even just in this opening hallway you manage to draw some attention. A brunette Supergirl lets out a quick "Oh my God" and starts whispering to her friend, a dyed-red Black Widow, as they stand next to the coat closet. Up the stairs and behind a railing, you see a girl from your study hall dressed simply in black tights as a black cat probably thanking her luck at the view she's getting.

"Guess Rebecca must be right in the middle of everybody," Silver says.

"I'm going to see if I can find Denise," Chris says, before turning to you, "Feel like joining me?"

"Maybe in a minute," you respond. As it was, you were very quickly trying to assess your situation. Maybe you could disappear upstairs or down the hall, and find somewhere to hide until the girls were ready to leave. Maybe you could find someone else likely to leave sooner, and stick around until you could convince them to give you a ride. Maybe, a very quiet voice in the back of your head says, you could rip off the band-aid and maybe even loosen up by just trying to enjoy the party! Nothing bad could happen with that option!

You're roused from your thinking by the trio of girls continuing on further into the house, Shannon lightly swatting your leaf upwards as she walks you by, the three of them and your various onlookers tittering as you rush to press it back down. You let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that if you don't make a decision soon whoever was arriving next was going to open the door and be greeted by your bare ass.