- Joined
- Dec 3, 2014
Despite the music blaring and the talking throughout the party, it was possible to hear an audible groan run through the house when the door opened up and Dawn Young walked into the party with her boyfriend Brad right behind her. She was known for being a huge buzzkill, earning her the somewhat forced name bastardization of “X on fun”. Whenever anything was going on Dawn seemed to appear, and when she did she seemed to bring with herself an air of distaste for the actions of everyone else that seemed to enjoy. Video games, sports, movies, music, anime, you name it. She would figure out some way to declare it unacceptable and would figure out a way to comment on it.
There was a lot for her to critique right now. The party, which had been thrown in celebration of a massive victory by the college football team earlier that evening at a notorious party house right off campus, was a host of things she could criticize. The hip-hop being blared through the house had some not-so-kind things to say about women, and the guys crowded on the couch together couldn't help but laugh as they delivered blow after blow to a prostitutes head with a hatchet. “Brad, go find me something to drink, okay?” She said to him, and with a nod he moved off. He was a short male at 5'4”, with a mop of shaggy brown hair, a thin body, glasses, and a somewhat formal dress sense of slacks and a button up shirt even at a party like this.
She was dressed a bit more relaxed, in sneakers, stockings, a knee-length skirt, and a sweater that clung to her body. Her read hair was back in a bun, and her glasses were perched upon the head. “I hope that they checked IDs of the other girls that came in here.” Dawn mused as she attempted to position herself where she could hear the group of football players talking to see if she could find something to criticize them for. With the things they tended to talk about it wouldn't take long.
There was a lot for her to critique right now. The party, which had been thrown in celebration of a massive victory by the college football team earlier that evening at a notorious party house right off campus, was a host of things she could criticize. The hip-hop being blared through the house had some not-so-kind things to say about women, and the guys crowded on the couch together couldn't help but laugh as they delivered blow after blow to a prostitutes head with a hatchet. “Brad, go find me something to drink, okay?” She said to him, and with a nod he moved off. He was a short male at 5'4”, with a mop of shaggy brown hair, a thin body, glasses, and a somewhat formal dress sense of slacks and a button up shirt even at a party like this.
She was dressed a bit more relaxed, in sneakers, stockings, a knee-length skirt, and a sweater that clung to her body. Her read hair was back in a bun, and her glasses were perched upon the head. “I hope that they checked IDs of the other girls that came in here.” Dawn mused as she attempted to position herself where she could hear the group of football players talking to see if she could find something to criticize them for. With the things they tended to talk about it wouldn't take long.