Calm down, dude. No one can hurt me. I’m invisible. And it’s a party, I doubt anyone is going to bring their criminal, pervy uncle with them.
*sighs* Forget it.
*let’s out a long whine in reply* S-sing it…
*clears his throat softly* Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips, and the sun is like a toy balloon. There are get up in the morning glories, in the golden afternoon. There are dizzy daffodils on the hillside, strings of violets are all in tune, tiger lilies love the dandy lions, in the golden afternoon, the golden afternoon…
Resting is hella boring.
Why? It’s not your house. You afraid they’d steal the life of the party from you?
What if they hurt you or someone else?
Yes. Kind of. Somewhat. Not really. Yes.
*blinks* Well it doesn’t matter which one of those answers is true, I’m still not leaving.
You won’t leave.
You’re mad at me because I won’t leave?
*laughs* This is going to be amazing! This is just what I needed. A night of mindless drunkenness with some of my closest friends and random strangers.
It’s the random strangers that scare me.
I might have to go to this party if it happens.
You should, it’ll be fun!
…They’re cutting my hand open Thursday evening? *chuckles*
Then maybe resting should be in your future.