A/N: Set during Pythor's teenage years. Thought I'd skip forward a bit. I'll go back to little Pythor next chapter or so. Contains OCs. Also, there's a part about spin the bottle and mild use of alcohol. and Yaoi mentions.

"Last chance to back out." Pythor said to Fangtom and Skales as they approached the dojo.

"Ha, no way, man!" replied Fangtom, hands on his hips.

"Ok, bye!" cried Skales, trying to run away. Fangtom grabbed his wrist.

"Oh, no you don't! You're coming to this party!" he smirked at Skales' annoyed face.

"I didn't know that Frannie's parents owned a dojo." said Pythor.

"They don't. Frannie rented it out. It's not even a real dojo. It's like a little meeting hall or something." said Fangtom, shaking his heads, "A lot of fun we'll have in there, I tell ya." Suddenly, the door flung open and there stood Frannie. Her dress was knee-length, tacky and cheap, but she had decorated it with little bits of embroidery and such. No one would call it an improvement. Her eyelids were covered in thick black eyeshadow and she had very tall high heels on.

"So you showed up." said Frannie, smirking.

"Good to see you, cousin." said Fangtom.

"Hi, Fran." said Pythor, Skales didn't say a word. Frannie put her hand under his chin and tilted his head upwards.

"Don't be put out, Skales." she said, in a mocking voice.

"I'm not put out." he pushed her away. She swayed in her heels, but managed to stay standing. She just laughed at Skales.

"Oh, boys." she giggled, "Don't just stand there, come in!" she strutted inside, precariously. Pythor rolled his eyes and followed her inside. Fangtom walked a few paces, then looked over his shoulder.

"Don't be a wet blanket, Skales." he grumbled. Skales pouted, then followed him inside.

"So, where is everyone?" asked Pythor, looking around the empty dojo, "Some party, Fran. Everyone's going to remember this."

"Zip it." said Frannie, tapping Pythor on his head gem, "It's too boring up here. No, the party's in the basement." she lead them over to a set of descending stairs. There was a muffled sound of music. Pythor, Skales and Fangtom all glanced at each other, then went down. At the bottom of the stairs was a door, Frannie made a big show of opening it and leading them inside. She'd obviously already had lots of alcohol. There was a wild party going on behind the door. Well, that was an overstatement. There was loud music and a buffet, but not much else. There was an array of cushions, bean bags and chairs for people to sit on. Only half were occupied. Slithraa was sitting cross-legged on a cushion. He stuck his nose up at Skales and Pythor, but nodded at Fangtom. Next to him was Frannie's best friend, Sasha, and her brother, Lasha. Fang-Suei was chatting with Chokun, who was eating a ham sandwich.

"Only nine? I thought you were popular, Frannie." said Pythor.

"Yeah, well, people were busy. I'm still expecting four or five people." she tried to sound convincing, but her voice faltered.

"Minus me." said Slithraa, standing up, "Why'd you invite these toolboxes, Fran? I'm leaving if they're staying."

"Don't be a jerk, Slith." said Frannie, scowling, "You ain't going nowhere."

"Watch me." said Slithraa, walking towards the door.

"Don't you dare, you…" but Slithraa had already left.

"Ugh, Jerk!" she yelled, banging her fist on the buffet table. "Just because he's the general's son, he thinks he can act superior to me! Me!" Pythor rolled his eyes.

"Calm down, Frantabulous," he sighed, "He's probably sitting outside sulking, like all hypnobrai do." he glanced over at Skales.

"Don't be racist." he mumbled in reply, he turned to Frannie, "So, Fran, who are the five people you're expecting?"

"I don't know." sighed Frannie, "Acidicus and Skalidor weren't sure if they were coming, probably hanging out together in a bush. I know that Clancee's coming. Clutcha's supposed to be. And Lizaru." she shook her head, "It don't matter. This is just a taster party. In a few months, I'll probably have a better party! More people, More food, more rumours about what actually happened!" She cracked open another can of beer. Fangtom and Pythor looked at each other. Skalidor, Acidicus and Clutcha never turned up. But Lizaru and Clancee did.

"Are them two dating, then?" asked Lasha, referring to Acidicus and Skalidor.

"Nah… Well, they won't admit it." answered Pythor.

"God, you're all sitting around like such lemons!" growled Frannie.

"Let's play a game, then." said Pythor. He snatched away Fangtom's J2O and emptied the contents into the bin.

"Ah, what the heck, man?!" asked Fangtom.

"We're going to play a game of spin the bottle." said Pythor, smirking. Frannie jumped for joy.

"Oooh! I'll go get Slithraa!" she charged up the stairs, tripping halfway up, "Clancee, be a dear and come with me. I don't want to be attacked by a nasty human!" Everyone knew that Clancee literally couldn't fight to save his life, Frannie was just picking on him. He moodily trudged after her.

"Poor Clance." said Lasha, shaking his head.

"I thought you didn't like him." said his sister, Sasha.

"… I don't."

"Nasty human!" said Lizaru, imitating her tone, "Honestly!"

"She's just being careful. My dad says there is a high chance of war." said Pythor, putting the bottle on the floor, "and you best listen to General Arcturus." After a while of silence, Chokun spoke up.

"I bet they're kissing." he hissed.

"Most definitely." said Fangtom, "She gets frisky after so many beers." Frannie came back down into the basement, Slithraa had his arm around her and was smiling smugly. They stood talking in the corner for a few minutes, giving time for Clancee to spread gossip.

"They kissed?" asked Fang-Suei,

"Yes." said Clancee, sighing.

"Open-mouthed kiss?" asked Lizaru.

"Yes." said Clancee, wincing.

"They snogged?" asked Sasha.

"Yes." said Clancee, groaning.

"They did you know what?"

"Ew, No!" said Clancee, flushing red, "Stop asking me questions, ask them to her!" Clancee was only allowed to refer to Frannie as 'her'. He wasn't considered a friend to her. More like a servant.

"Are we going to play this game or not?" asked Frannie, "Circle, everyone, circle!" Everyone sat in a circle. Frannie, Slithraa, Pythor, Skales, Fangtom, Sasha, Lasha, Lizaru, Chokun, Clancee, Fang-Suei.

"Not fair!" said Lasha, "Only two girls and one's my sister! I'm not gay!"

"Either play or get out." said Frannie, jerking her thumb at the stairs. Lasha zipped his lips with a pout.

"I'll go first." said Frannie, spinning the bottle with a gentle flick of her wrist. Everyone watched it spin and spin and spin. It slowed to a halt. It was pointing at Clancee. Frannie groaned quietly to herself, then leaned over Fang-Suei and gave Clancee a long kiss on the lips. There was a lot of wolf-whistles and cheers. Chokun thumped Clancee on the back. Slithraa sat still as a statue and his hypnotic eyes glared at Clancee. Skales bit his lip. No one liked Clancee that much, but there's something about watching him get beaten up that really makes you want to pick him up and give him a big hug.

"We're walking home with Clancee." Skales whispered to Pythor.

"Why?" he replied, but then he noticed Slithraa's icy stares, "Fine by me." The party ended soon after that. After a few more bottle spins and other silly teenage party games (For example, duck, duck, goose. Or as the snakes like to call it: Viper, Viper, Devourer). Everyone was pretty much out of it, especially Frannie, who passed out as soon as she stood up. Chokun was the first to leave, nervously claiming that he had to go to the bathroom. Fang-Suei soon followed, using a similar excuse.

"They've been in the bathroom an awful long time." said Fangtom, sarcastically. Though he did look desperate to use it.

"I don't think we can use that excuse to get out of here." replied Pythor. Lasha dragged Sasha out of the dojo a few minutes later, Lizaru following them silently. Then there were five. Pythor glanced at the clock, nervously. His dad would blow a fuse if he came home any later than midnight. The time was half-past 11. Pythor got more and more worried as time dragged on. Fifteen minutes later, Slithraa dragged Frannie outside, to kiss… hopefully. Pythor, Fangtom, Skales and Clancee snuck out of the dojo. Fangtom started uncontrollably giggling when he saw Frannie and Slithraa embracing beside a tree. Skales made gagging noises.

"Shut UP, you two." hissed Pythor, "So, Clancee, where do you live?"

"Over there." said Clancee, pointing towards a sandy path. They all followed it, "You guys didn't have to escort me home, you know."

"We didn't want Slithraa kicking your butt," replied Pythor, "I hate him. He's so arrogant!"

"Stuck-up son of a general." hissed Skales. Fangtom said a much ruder version of Skales' statement, making everyone laugh. They eventually reached Clancee's house. A simple made up cave that actually looked pretty cosy. Clancee's mother, a rough looking hypnobrai, was smoking outside. When she saw Clancee, her face lit up and she gave him a big hug.

"How was the party, little man?" she asked.

"Good, ma."

"Thanks for walking him home, boys."

"No prob." said Pythor, "Come on, guys, my dad's going to kill me." They quickly hurried back down the path and towards their houses.

"He's adopted, right?" said Skales.

"Well, both his parents are hypnobrai and he's… he's… I have no idea what he is." answered Pythor.

"My dad won't kill me, but my mum will." said Fangtom, changing the subject.

"Fangjela?" said Skales, Fangtom's mum was a famous serpentine supermodel. She wasn't strict at all and very carefree.

"Your mum, Fangjela, will be mad if you come home late from a party?" said Pythor, surprised, "Isn't she usually the one who stays out late?"

"You don't understand." said Fangtom, "She thinks I'm teasing her by staying late at parties. She doesn't get to go to many parties nowadays. So when I stay late at a party, she's like: 'So you're trying to make me feel old by staying out all night? Make me jealous? You're grounded.' Ask my bro, Fangdam, he'll tell you for a fact that's true."

"Will she mind if I spend the night at your house?" asked Skales.

"Probably not."

"Can I?" asked Skales.

"Sure." replied Fangtom

"Can I?" asked Pythor.

"Sorry, Bro. No room." So, Pythor moodily slithered back home, far too aware that it was later than midnight. He braced for impact as he slowly opened the front door. Then sighed in relief when he realised that his dad was nowhere to be seen. He slithered into the living room.

"Where have you been, young man?" asked a gentle, soft yet sinister fatherly voice. Pythor looked around the room but no one was there. Suddenly, his dad materialised out of thin air.

"Hi, Dad." Pythor didn't know what else to say, he just stood there, dithering. His dad didn't seem that mad, maybe he'd let him off for staying up so late.

"Yeah, you're grounded." said Arcturus, slithering down the hallway. Pythor groaned in frustration, then went to his room. His little sister, Pytha (My friend, NinjaLeopard's OC) was leaning on the doorframe of her room's door, smirking.

"Dad's real mad at you." she said, looking pleased.

"Shut up." Pythor muttered, going in to his room and slamming the door. He pounced onto his bed and tried to go to sleep. Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from his window. He groaned, got up and went to see what it was. It was Frannie, as drunk as a skunk and banging on the window with a half-empty bottle of some alcoholic beverage. He wrestled the window open.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked.

"I want you." she sighed, fingering the window pane.

"You're drunk, go home." he commanded.

"Come on, we can have our own private party, here in your house. What do you—" he slammed the window down on her fingers, causing her to quietly yelp in pain. Then he opened the window again.

"Scram." he said, simply. She followed his orders this time. With a satisfied nod, Pythor collapsed onto his bed and was out of it.

A/N this was… long. Oh well. Request ideas for chapters, I'll take any OCs to use and will credit you. Stay tuned!