Subito Fortissimo
It had been two days since Maka's father, Spirit, stopped by, however Maka's mood did not lighten. She reluctantly went out with Kid and Tsubaki every day, and she always came back in the same mood she left in. Soul grew slightly annoyed with how she was acting, it was even worse than when they didn't talk at all. Her mood seemed to affect his own, as if his soul could detect her emotions.
So he decided to try and cheer her up. By throwing a party.
He had the party set up for that Friday and he had been stocking up on the junk food. Selecting only the best party music and making the guest-list consist of only the greatest party people, oh and Kid too. Soul had called some of his older friends and arranged for them to bring their favorite alcohol. Sure the apartment was small but this would be the best party he's had, and who doesn't love a good party?
Friday came quickly and at around seven Maka had left for the bookstore like she always did. This was perfect, Soul now had time to set up the stuff for the party.
"You'll love this Maka, I throw the best parties." Soul spoke smugly to himself, as he set up bowls of chips and other party-related snacks. He plugged in his stereos and selected a very "pump-up" song. Not long after did guests start arriving, and even a shorter amount of time before they started drinking.
Maka walked down the hall to her apartment, she could hear the muffled music and prayed that it didn't come from her's. That hope died however when she came face to face with her wooden door that was pulsing from the over the top volume of the music. Taking a deep breath she opened her door, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the sound alone.
To Maka's horror her living room was cramped with very drunk teenagers, that were dancing much too close to one another. The lights were turned off and the only real light came from a few assorted strobe lights. She hesitantly walked in, the room felt like 100 degrees from the mass amount of bodies moving. Sweat dripped down her neck as she tried to walk through the maze of people.
She eventually found what, or rather, who she was looking for. At the center of this loud and sweaty party was her roommate.
Soul was dancing with a beer in one hand and Blair (Maka's neighbor) was dancing with Soul in what Maka thought was a extremely inappropriate manner. He had his free hand on Blair's hip and his face buried in the crook of her neck.
Maka marched up to Soul with clenched fists, she shouted at him and he only responded by lifting his gaze.
"SOUL WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS" she competed with the music to be heard.
"Its a party… just relax… no big deal… its fun" Soul responded. He was slightly confused with her reaction, didn't everyone love a good party? Maybe she just needs a drink… he thought to himself.
However Soul snapped out of his drunken gaze once he saw a older guy grab Maka from behind by the hips. Maka struggled against the older guy but she had no power against him. The guy adorned the same eye and hair color as Soul. It was his brother Wesley.
Maka was feeling uncomfortable as the older man moved her hips and whispered drunken unknown things in her ear. She however didn't have to put up with it for long.
Soul had punched Wesley in the face, causing the party to freeze, and someone else unplug the stereos. All eyes were resting on a in-shock Maka, a caught off guard Wesley and a very,very, pissed off Soul.
"DAMNIT WES CAN'T YOU TELL SHE UNCOMFORTABLE!? WHO EVEN INVITED YOU" Soul was steamed. His brother could be an ass to him but not to Maka, not to someone who deserved respect. Not to someone he wanted to cheer up.
Everyone cleared out except for Wes and the two owners of the apartment.
"Nice to see you too Soul.."