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Author's Note:
Underage Discoveries On A Reckless Night
Authors Note: This ended up being a way longer chapter than I thought it would be, but I got on a role. I drew on experiences from my own misguided teenage life around this time. I was listening to the Vortex Club party soundtrack while writing this, so that is what I imagined was playing in the house.
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Chapter 2
The sun hung low in the Pacific Northwestern sky, it's light filtering through the dense forest that the Mystery Shack resided in. Mabel and Dipper Pines had gotten settled in to their home for the summer. For the past few years the twins had shared an upstairs room, but this summer they had decided to reside in separate rooms for privacy's sake, seeing as they were almost sixteen now. Mabel insisted on taking the familiar upstairs room, mold and all. Dipper, meanwhile, had settled into a room downstairs that had been the employee breakroom at one point in time, before becoming forgotten. The first summer the twins had arrived in Gravity Falls the then pre-teens had discovered the room while doing repairs on the shack for Grunkle Stan. The teenage boy recalled the body swapping rug that lay rolled up in the corner of the dark room. He flicked on the light switch and found the room fairly barren, save for a twin sized bed, an old dresser, the rolled up rug and a small flat screen television.
"You guys ready yet?" Wendy called from the hallway in front of Dipper's room. Dipper emerged from the room wearing the same outfit he had arrived in. The brown haired teen turned and saw his former crush. Wendy had ditched her normal outfit for a slightly different look. The teen girl wore white skate shoes, stonewashed skinny jeans, a black tee shirt emblazoned with the phrase 'Don't Grow Up, It's A Trap', a white and black plaid shirt tied around her waist, and a loose fitting black beanie on her head. "I was afraid I underdressed… it's kinda my first house party" Dipper said as he put his hands in his pockets. "Nah dude. It's not a black tie affair or anything… just, ya know, hanging out…" the relaxed teen girl reassured. "Mabel, we're gonna be late!" the brown haired boy yelled up the stairs towards his sister's room. "Coming!" the teen girl bellowed from behind the wooden door.
The door at the top of the stairs opened and out emerged Mabel. She was wearing a sleeveless pink floral babydoll dress with thin straps. The teenager had several jelly bands around her left wrist and a teal seahorse pendant hung around her neck. A black headband with white polka dots and a bow completed her unconventional look. She slid on some black flats and ran down the stairs. "Whoa! Nice outfit girl!" Wendy exclaimed. Dipper, on the other hand was a little less than thrilled with his twin's choice of attire. "Don't you think… I don't know… that it's a bit… revealing?" the teen boy said as he tried to find the correct words to use in such a delicate situation. "I think sometimes you forget that I'm a girl Dipwad…" Mabel replied a bit sarcastically. "I-I just don't guys to get the wrong idea… that's all" the brown haired boy said as he buried his hands deeper into his pockets and looked towards the floor. "The wrong idea?!" the brunette girl angrily replied to her brother. "Well… it's just you're showing a lot of skin… I mean for a fifteen year old… a-and… there's gonna be some older guys there… so…" Dipper awkwardly continued. "But I'm sure you'd have no problem if Pacifica was dressed like this! I'm not a little kid!… I can handle myself!" Mabel defiantly shot back at her brother. "Mabel… Dipper… chill out! First of all… Mabel, Dipper just cares about you… and guys can get handsy… so, I see where he's coming from… Dipper, Mabel's a young woman now and like it or not is going to get attention from guys… and she'll have to make some choices on her own, without your guidance… you gotta trust that she's gonna make a good choice… after all, she's a pretty smart girl." Wendy said as she tried to calm down her friends. "Well… okay…I guess you're right…" the teen boy said with a hint of defeat. "Dipper, why don't you go wait in my truck… We'll be along in a minute… you know… girl talk" Wendy asked her friend, shooting him a knowing wink. The teen boy walked towards the front of the shack and exited the building, heading towards Wendy's pickup truck.
Meanwhile, the auburn haired teenager motioned for her younger friend to follow her into the kitchen. She approached the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for the brunette teen girl. Wendy sat beside her. "Look… we're gonna be at a party with boys… and booze… and when you put those things together, sometimes the results can be… well, less than fun for us girls" Wendy said to her good friend. "How so?" asked the teen girl. "Well… guys… aww jeez… how do I put this… When they get to be about your age, they uhh…" Wendy stammered, unsure of her words. "Wendy… I've had the talk… I know all about that stuff…" Mabel tried to reassure her clearly uncomfortable friend. "I… I know… it's just… when they get around booze and stuff… they get… they get more aggressive… and I don't want to have what happened to me to happen to you… and…" the auburn haired teenager said between sniffles, as she fought back tears. "What happened?" asked a concerned Mabel as she put an arm around the clearly troubled young woman. "I-I shouldn't have brought it up… let's just say that a guy got a little too hands on… but I liked him… so I let him do it even though I didn't want him to because… because I didn't wanna make him mad… all you need to know is if you ever feel uncomfortable with a boy and how he's treating you… you can say no and you should say no" Wendy told her friend. "Okay. And Wendy… if you do ever wanna talk about it… I'm here for you" Mabel reassured with a smile. "There are few things that I know are certain in the world… but the fact that you and your brother will always be there for me are among them" Wendy said as she wrapped the brunette in a tight hug.
The teen girls exited the Mystery Shack and headed towards Wendy's pick up truck. On her sixteenth birthday, Wendy's father had bought her the emerald green Fjord J-150. It was a little beat up, with scratches and dings along the body, but it was still her pride and joy. The auburn haired teen opened the door and a few Pitt Energy cans fell out onto the dirt parking lot. "Sorry guys, I've kinda been a bit of a slob lately with this thing… I just got back from a concert in Portland a few days ago and needed to pound those things to make it home" Wendy explained to her friends. "It's all good… Can you imagine what Mabel's car is gonna look like?" asked Dipper. "Hey! You're just jealous that it's gonna be awesome…"Mabel said, defending herself. "Awesomely horrible looking…" the teen boy teased his sister. The teens buckled up, Wendy in the drivers seat, with Dipper in the middle and Mabel in the passenger seat of the truck as they set off for the party.
The sun had set as the trio of teens arrived at the site of the party. About a dozen cars lined the street leading up to Tambry's house, which was off a street just outside of town. The two story home had loud electronic music blaring out of it, which Mabel enjoyed. Just as they were about to enter the party, the teens heard a loud vehicle approaching. Traveling at a great speed, it quickly neared the house. The tan and rust colored truck squealed to a halt just inches from the rear bumper of Wendy's truck. "Corduroy! You ready to party?!" yelled a voice from the truck. The twins and their friend turned around to see Chloe leaning out of the driver's side window. Max gave a shy wave from the passenger seat. "Hey, get a few of the guys from in there and help me get this booze inside" the blue haired woman called out. "Alright! Be back in a sec!" Wendy shouted.
The redhead entered the house as Dipper and Mabel approached the truck. The brunette girl leaned into the passenger window as Dipper walked towards the bed of the truck, where Chloe was having a bit of trouble removing a tarp that covered the back. "Need a hand?" asked the teen boy. "Yeah, sure" the woman responded. Dipper climbed aboard and pulled back a corner of the tarp, revealing several cases of beer and a few boxes full of various liquor bottles. "Wow, that's a lot of alcohol you got there… what'd you do, rob a liquor store or something?" asked a somewhat impressed Dipper. "Yeah, it's one of my better hauls…" the proud woman beamed. The teen boy was unsure if Chloe had been joking or not. Wendy emerged from the house with Nate and Thompson, who had already began to drink. A bright flash emerged from the cab of the truck, as a somewhat stunned Mabel stumbled backwards. "Sorry…shoulda warned you about the flash" said an apologetic Max. "It's alright… that's a pretty old school camera you've got there" Mabel observed as she rubbed her eyes. "Yeah, I like the fact that you can instantly get your pictures, instead of having to wait to get them off of a memory card or a roll of film. In case you haven't figured it out, I'm kinda a photography nerd… In fact, that's what I went to school for…" Max explained to Mabel. "Cool… I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet… but I have plenty of time to figure that out…" the teen girl said. Nate and Thompson approached the truck and peered into the bed. "Whoa… that'll get us turnt up for sure" Thompson slurred. "I'd say you're already on your way there buddy" Chloe sarcastically said. Thompson and Nate both grabbed a few cases of beer and started towards the house as Dipper grabbed a box of liquor bottles. They clanged together as he struggled to carry the heavy box towards the party. Chloe slung a box onto her shoulder and jumped out of the truck bed as Max opened her door and got out of the truck. Wendy and Max each grabbed a box as Mabel noticed a stray case of beer that had been forgotten. She picked it up and followed her friends.
The lights inside the house were dim as a dubstep song began to blare across the large speakers that were set up throughout the home. "Wendy!" a familiar voice called out. It was none other than Tambry, Wendy's best friend. The teen girl had kept her signature look of purple hair with a bright pink streak. "I'm so glad you could make it! Dipper and Mabel are here too, right?" she asked, pulling her friend in for a tight hug. "Yeah… they're helping bring in some stuff from Chloe's truck" Wendy replied. Mabel and Dipper entered the house, struggling to get through the crowd of teens that had formed from the entrance to the kitchen, where the others had gone to. Dipper was about to drop the box when a set of slender hands reached out to help. The hands belonged to Pacifica Northwest, who Dipper was glad to see. "You looked like you were about to lose it there, so here, let me help you" Pacifica called out to her friend. "Thanks… it was heavier than I thought it would be…" the teen boy explained. "Well, I know when you spill a drink it's a party foul, but I have no idea what spilling an entire box would be…" the blonde said as she laughed. The couple made it to the kitchen, where they spied Wendy talking to Chloe, while Max and Mabel were chatting it up. Placing the box down, they walked over towards the patio.
"So, who wants a shot?" asked Nate, who was holding a bottle of cinnamon whiskey above his head. "We'll take some!" yelled Pacifica across the crowd. Nate made his way over with the bottle and a pair of disposable red plastic shot glasses. "Pacifica… I know this is gonna sound weak… but I've never drank before… like ever" the hesitant teen boy said as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Not even champagne or wine at a wedding or something?" asked the curious teen girl. "Nope… never had the chance…" a somewhat shy Dipper replied. "Alright, a shot for you… and a shot for you… Drink up bitches!" said an already buzzing Nate. The couple took the glasses from the tattooed teen. Pacifica put the glass up to her lips and dipped her head back, swallowing the shot. The blonde teenager shook her upper body as the burning taste subsided. "The first one's always the worst" she said to the clearly unsure teen boy. Dipper took the glass and placed it to his lips. He put the contents into his mouth, then swallowed. The brown haired teen coughed as the shot went down his throat. "That was horrible!" he shouted towards Pacifica. Mabel, Max, Chloe, Wendy, and Tambry all had noticed that he had downed the shot. "Dude, was that your first shot?" Wendy asked. "Yeah" Dipper sheepishly responded as he continued to cough. "So, what was it like bro?" asked Mabel as she rubbed her brother's back. Chloe pulled in Max and whispered something into her partner's ear, which caused both girls to cackle. "Alright! Dipper popped his alcohol cherry!" an excited Tambry exclaimed to the group of teenagers assembled in the kitchen. A chorus of claps, cheers and whistles erupted from the teens. "You know, there's something about adventurous guys that just drive me wild…" the purple haired teen whispered to Dipper as he began to blush. She disappeared into the crowd, but not before turning around and giving the confused teen boy a wink.
Seeing that her brother had clearly recovered from taking the shot, Mabel grabbed Wendy by the hand and pulled her towards the counter that had the liquor bottles assembled on it. "So… what should I try?" asked a confused Mabel to her friend. "Well… I would start off with something easy, smooth… so in other words, nothing like what your brother just downed" the redhead reached for a bottle with clear liquid in it. "Here… try this… it's like vanilla ice cream… sort of" she said to the brunette teen girl. Mabel took the bottle and read the label. 'Russian Bear Whipped Ice Cream' the clear bottle read. Wendy had grabbed a plastic shot glass and poured a shot for the hesitant teen girl. "I promise, it's not that bad…" the auburn haired teen reassured her friend. Mabel put the glass to her mouth and swallowed the shot in one gulp. It burned a little on the back of her throat, but the feeling soon faded as an aftertaste of sugar followed. "You're right, that wasn't terrible…" Mabel tried to convince her friend.
Dipper was starting to feel the effects of the shot of whiskey he had ingested. His face felt warm, his body tingly, and his head lighter than usual. He kind of liked the feeling. "Pacifica, I think I feel it" he said to the blonde. "Well, if you think you feel it, I think you need another…" the teen girl responded. The pair headed over to the counter just as Mabel had completed her shot. Wendy was next, as she grabbed a bottle of Tiara Royale Apple from the collection of liquors. The redhead poured it into a full sized red plastic cup and filled it up about half way. "Don't you think that's a little much?" asked Mabel with a hint of concern to her voice. "Nah, just catching up with everyone else here…" the confident teenager said to her friend. "Hey bro-bro… you'll never guess what I just did… I did a shot of vodka and it wasn't terrible!" the excited brunette teen girl exclaimed to her twin brother. "That's cool sis!" Dipper replied. "We're getting another shot… now that you're all experienced and whatnot, wanna join in?" Pacifica asked her friend. "Yeah, sure!" Mabel answered enthusiastically.
Pacifica reached for a bottle of tequila and a few of the disposable plastic shot glasses. She placed the glasses on the counter and poured six shots. "Max, Chloe get over here!" the blonde teen girl yelled across the kitchen to the two women who were talking amongst themselves. The pair made their way over to the counter and spied the shot glasses. "So, what are we doing?" asked Max. "Well, seeing as it's Mabel and Dipper's first party, I say we start it off with a bang. Tequila, straight" the confident blonde said to her friends. "That might be a bit advanced…" Wendy said as she took a drink out of her cup of apple whiskey. "Nonsense! Now, everyone grab a glass!" Pacifica said as she motioned to the little red plastic cups. The teens picked up the glasses. Mabel inspected the contents of the almost overflowing glass, taking a smell of the clear liquid. She immediately recoiled at the scent of the liquor. "Alright, on three" Pacifica instructed her friends. Max, Chloe, Wendy, Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica held the glasses to their lips. "One!… Two!… Three!..." the blonde teen counted down as the teenagers downed the shot. Chloe and Wendy downed the shot without much of a reaction, as they had clearly done this before. Dipper was coughing as the liquor burned his throat. Mabel began to gag as she had not anticipated the shot to taste that bitter. Max and Pacifica shook their upper bodies as they tried to play off the discomfort of the shot.
"Can we do something other than shots?" asked Max. "Yeah, what about all those fancy drinks and whatnot I see on TV all the time?" asked Mabel. "My parents have an awesome bar tender they get for parties who makes these amazing drinks… you can't even taste the alcohol, but it gives you that awesome feeling…" Pacifica mentioned. "I think I remember how to make a few…" the blonde continued. "As for you, Dipper, I think you'll like this better…" Wendy said as she grabbed a large red plastic cup and began to pour some Pitt Cola into it. The auburn haired teen filled the glass about three quarters of the way up and made her way over to the liquor on the counter. She grabbed a square bottle of whiskey and poured it into the cup. Wendy stuck her finger into the drink and stirred it around, before removing her finger and putting it into her mouth. "Yeah, that tastes about right…" she said. Dipper took the cup from his friend and hesitantly took a sip. To his surprise, it wasn't terrible. The teen boy could barely taste the alcohol the drink contained. "This isn't half bad… thanks Wendy!" the brown haired teen said. "What can I say, I know how to make a good drink…" the redhead replied.
Meanwhile, Pacifica had been pouring drinks into a large bowl like a mad scientist creating an experiment. "Let's see… Vodka…. Vodka… Vodka… Oooh! Triple distilled! This will work nicely… Okay… next I need…. Rum... and some peach schnapps…" the blonde teen girl said to herself as she tried to remember the recipe she had seen. She headed over to the fridge and to her delight, found the other ingredients she was looking for. "Okay… Orange juice and cranberry juice… and we're all done!" Pacifica said with a sense of pride. The teen girl took a wooden spoon from the counter top and stirred her creation together, forming a deep pink liquid. "Okay, girls… drink up!" Pacifica said to her friends. Mabel poured herself a glass of the fruity smelling drink as did Max, Chloe, and Pacifica herself. "This is amazing!" Mabel shouted, causing a few people to turn their heads. "Not too bad…" Chloe critiqued. "So… what do you call this?" asked Max. "I call it… the uhhh… oooh… I know… the Stress Reliever…" the blonde teen said proudly, as if naming a child. The teens grabbed their respective drink cups and headed for the living room, where the dance floor resided.
