The stereo boomed as we walked in, clashing inaudible lyrics and tones. I bore holes into the back of my guide, the blondie clad in orange. He dragged me through the crowd, the scorching heat of their forms and sweat smothering me.

"Why are we here?" I asked sharply, the words sizzling on the tip of my tongue and trickling like acid. "Why would you bring me here?"

"It'll be fun! You need a little excitement in your life."

He cast an electrifying look over his shoulder, and my heart leapt to my throat. This, however, did not dull my anger, and resentment churned in the pits of my being as I spat in acrimony.

I sighed, and swept my gaze across the cluster of ecstatic teenagers. They gulped down alcohol, one plastic cup at a time. I frowned.

"They're underaged. What if the police come?"

"Tch. Don't worry so much. If the police come, we run."

I fumed as he grabbed a plastic cup and began drinking merrily.

"You. Make me. SICK." I scoffed, pushing my way back towards the door.

I heard a sigh escape his lips as he grasped my wrist.

"I brought you here so you could have fun. So you are going to stay here and have a good time." He narrowed his oceanic eyes, just as I narrowed my own emerald gaze.

"Fine," I forcefully ripped my wrist out of his clutch, my eyesight only expanding two slits as I glared.

"But we're going somewhere with less people."

He nodded, gesturing for me to follow him. We walked upstairs to the second floor, where we took our spots by the balcony. I observed him as he guzzled down a few more cups of beer.

"So this is what you do on the weekends?" I inquired, nudged my green ushanka.

"Of course. Life is so unexciting. The stupid routines, the stupid rules. No one is going to tame me." He growled, his cheeks gaining a red hue. As a result of the drinking, or his fury, it escaped me.

"You, on the other hand, are so tame. You're like a purebred dog, or something. Clean-cut, straightforward. Makes me want to mess you up, a little."

I blinked, my mind emptying its contents.

"Really.." I said, slowly.

"Really." He repeated, leaning forward. His hot breath, tinged with alcohol, spilled over my sensitive skin. Before I knew it, his lips had taken mine hostage. Suddenly our tongues were dancing a torrid ballet. How it happened, I'll never know. Maybe my mind was tainted by the taste of his mouth, musky with the zest of cigarettes and alcohol. My willpower depleted, and my mind shut down as we leaned in, melting under the sweltering heat.

When we finally pulled apart, Kenny's flyaway hair was pointing in all directions, like he had just woken up. I fought the urge to pat it back into place. My ushanka had somehow landed on the ground during this strange situation. As I leaned down to get it, I heard someone from behind me slurr an insult in our direction.

"FAGS!"

What? What?

The next thing I knew, Kenny was clutching his shirt, a clenched fist drawn back by his ear.

"Ooooh. You gonna kiss me, you fag?" The culprit asked.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard the cracking of a fist making contact. When I dared to open them again, the offender's nose was a bloody mess, and he had this wild look in his eye. The wild look. He was pissed. The next events happened in a blurr. A kick, a punch, a broken jaw. Before my brain could register what had happened, Kenny was on the ground below. Over the balcony he had gone.

"Oh my God! You killed Kenny!" A figure nearby, who I assumed was Stan, stated.

"You..bastard."