At 4:58pm, Beverly was getting ready for the party. The others were supposed to be here at 5:15pm and she had slept in a bit. Her aunt trusted her not to have the house trashed or on fire by the time she got home. She put dark lipstick on, black eyeliner to frame her eyes, making her blue eyes pop. She was one of the lucky teens that didn't have acne, so she kept away with foundation since she had clear skin, just a less freckles during the winter. She added mascara on her top and bottom lashes, showing off her long lashes.

She continued to be bullied even through high school, a group of girls only managed to cut Beverly's hair to her armpit, Beverly nonchalantly put it in a ponytail and walked away as the teachers surrounded the girls. She had her aunt french braid her hair, leaving her side fringe alone. She had tweezed her eyebrows so they were thin, though shaped like Marilyn monroe's, but thin like Drew Barrymore's pencil thin eyebrows. Her outer brows were penciled in to look natural since she has fair eyebrows. She put on a black figure-fitting turtleneck sweater and black short skirt with red leggings, it was 33 degrees unlike last week being around the 50's.

She brought out the beer, vodka from the cellar and rum along with garnishes to go with the drinks along with coca cola to mix with the alcohol. She went to the pantry and quickly brought out the chips and dip made of salsa and sour cream. She called Papa Johns for two large pepperoni and one large cheese pizza, with the money her aunt left for her.

The door bell rang, she raced up the stairs from the den and opened the door. "Hey!" She says out of breath, it was Stanley and Eddie. "Hey, Beverly! Happy Birthday!" They said, holding a present for her. She smiles warmly and lets them in. "I just ordered some pizza for us all. We got the house all to ourselves." Eddie nodded, acknowledging what she said.

Mike had moved an hour away, and he made the effort with his girlfriend to come and visit. His girlfriend Monica, has medium brown hair, wearing box braids that admires her caramel colored skintone. She wore a ribbed crop shirt shirt that was yellow with a carbon black flannel jacket, and a denim jeans that fit quite snug with rips and holes in it, even one so risque that shows her butt cheek. She was gorgeous with her light green eyes, and brown lipstick, she had only applied mascara. Richie was enthralled with her athletic body, yet she had wide hips, large breasts and small waist. Mike was lucky, and he knew it. "Hey, girl!" Monica said, meeting Beverly for the first time and reaching out to hug her. Beverly was shocked with how nice and welcoming Monica was, she was 5 inches taller than her too, and that was without heels, Monica pulled Beverly aside and shows her what she had brought for the party. "Look what I brought to spice up the party." She says in a playful tone. "Wow, thanks." Beverly says, unsure of if she actually wanted to bring weed in the party. Ben showed up, nobody had seen him for 2 years, and he had lost a lot of weight, and he was taller too. Beverly rushed to him and hugged him, she had missed him. "Wow, Hey Beverly. Happy birthday." He says smiling, trying to move inside to get out of the cold.

As everybody, except Bill and Richie were eating pizza and mixing rum with coca cola, Eddie had dimmed the lights. Everybody noticed and looked towards the stairs leading to the front door. "What's going on?" Asked Monica. Bill and Richie came down with a cake, the 18 candle was lit and everybody else started singing Happy Birthday. Beverly got emotional and the others hugged her as Bill and Richie brought the cake to her. "Make a wish, Bev." Richie says, grinning at her while adjusting his glasses with one hand while the other held the cake up. She blew out the candles, and everybody clapped and cheered.

The clock read 10:12pm, and everybody were either tipsy or drunk. Monica was laughing at every joke and voice impersonation that Richie did, while Mike sat smiling while listening to the jokes. Ben was talking to Stanley about the new school he was at, and what he did to shed the weight. Bill and Beverly were cuddling on the couch, drinking their vodka with jolly rangers candy inside. Eddie was in the kitchen, putting away the left over cake.

Monica claps her hands, and got everybody's attention. "Y'all, how about we play a game." She yells out through her drunkness, giggling. "What game?" Asked Stanley, the one who was drinking responsibly and the only who wasn't really drunk yet. Monica looked around at the others, grinning. "Truth or dare!" She says, flipping her braids behind her. Mike sat up, trying to reprimand his drunk girlfriend. "Yeah, let's play." Beverly says, raising her glass of vodka to the idea.

They all gathered in a circle. Beverly, Richie, Stan, Ben, Bill, Mike, Eddie and Monica together, Monica brought out two joints. "Anybody want to try as we play? It'll make the game more intense." She says lighting up one joint. Everybody was shocked that there was a girl smoking weed in the same room as them. "I'll go." Says Richie, still under the love spell that she had on him, she leans over, exposing massive cleavage while smiling, knowing he can see it.

Richie's face grows red, flabbergasted. He tooks a hit, inhaling deeply before coughing. They laugh uncomfortably as Richie has a coughing fit.

After everybody had taken their hits, even Stanley surprisingly. Everybody felt like they were floating, the alcohol enhanced the THC massively. It was Eddie's turn in Truth or Dare.

"Dare." Eddie says, trying to be brave for whatever Richie had up his sleeve.

"I dare you to smell the toilet bowl." He says, a sparkle of evil in his eyes.

Eddie had regretted it deeply, everybody expressed disguist at the dare except Richie who was laughing menacely.

Everybody gathered around the bathroom, watching Eddie as he creeps up to the toilet, gagging at the thought of smelling lingering fecal matters. It took him 10 minutes to actually smell the toilet due to Richie threatening to do something to him in his sleep that was worse than the dare.