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located in Smithbrook, a part of No One Mourns The Wicked, one of the many universes on RPG.




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A few hours later

This had been a mistake. He'd foolishly thought that it wouldn't be that bad, that he was able to handle it. But now that he was actually at the party, a plastic cup filled with something non-alcoholic clutched in his hand, he was starting to really regret his decision. He felt like he was in the past, like he had been shot two years into the past. But he hadn't seen Iggy yet, and he'd told her that he was going. If he just left and didn't tell her, he'd probably only screw up their relationship more.

Even though he was sitting outside, away from the party, he couldn't shake any of these feelings. He got the feeling that he'd be paying for this for a few days after. Everything just seemed horrifyingly familiar- the sounds, the smells- hell, even some of the people. He could feel that part of his brain starting to kick in again, telling him that there was one thing that would take away all of those feelings, that would make everything go away. He wished that he was strong enough to even have alcohol, something that could just relax him. But he couldn't have anything. And he couldn't leave. He just wanted to go home.