Post by thejellyfish on Aug 3, 2015 22:35:48 GMT -5
Peter Parker #1
College Partying 101
by thejellyfish
ESU Dorm Building
7:00 PM, Saturday
“Oh, bed. How I love you so. May I never leave the sweet cotton embrace of your sheets,” said Peter Parker as he crashed onto his bed, making a dull thud as a book fell onto the floor. Peter lay there for a few minutes, slowly drifting to sleep.
At the moment Peter closed his eyes, the door opened with a loud bang as his roommate, Richard Rider, barged into the room with a shout. Peter jumped with a shout. “What the hell, man?” asked Peter, scratching at his head and clutching his pillow.
“Dude, did you not hear the news?” asked Richard with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. “That DeCarlo kid’s got the keys to his parent’s penthouse while they’re out of town. He’s throwing a party and everyone’s invited.”
“And that includes little ol’ me?”
“Everyone, Pete.”
“Well, sorry to disappoint, but I’ve got plans,” Peter lied. ‘He’ll ask questions, give a better excuse,’ he then thought. Peter then started to panic a little.
“Plans with Gwen, in fact,” he hurriedly said. “She’s coming over to… watch Netflix and chill. Here, in the room,” he said trying to sound as calm and cool about the lying as possible.
“We don’t have a TV,” replied Rich, looking at the walls of the dorm, covered in mementos gathered by the pair as they went through the semester. Peter had a desk for his laptop, but that wouldn’t work for a Netflix date.
‘Crap,’ thought Peter as he slapped his face to his palm. He was still tired.
“Peter, you’re always doing, I don’t know… weird, nerd shit. Or hanging out with your girlfriend,” said Rich, his voice become very impassioned. “We’re roommates. That is a sacred bond. Sacred. And that means we do stuff together that no one else will because they’re not our roommates.”
Peter raised his hand to speak, but he placed his hand back into his lap as Rich continued. “It means coming up with a code for when one of us has a girl over. It means pledging a frat just to steal something of sentimental value to one of us that was wrongfully taken from us. It means getting up off your skinny little ass and coming to this party, because I am not showing up to another party alone.” Peter just stared.
“I’ll text Gwen.”
“Good. Now, get dressed. You look like you’re in math club right now,” said Richard with a shudder as he gave Peter a once over.
Elevator up to DeCarlo Penthouse
8:00 PM, Saturday
Richard was looking at his phone while Peter just stared at the numbers in the elevator change as they got higher and higher above the ground. “Oh shit,” said Richard as he began convulsing in what seemed to be excitement.
“Are you having a stroke?”
“No, man. Clarissa is coming to the party!”
“Who?”
“This girl that I have been ‘courting’ since the semester started, man. You know her… oh wait, no you don’t.”
Peter fake laughed. “I totally know her,” he said continuing to fake laugh. He stopped laughing and paused for a short moment. “What does she look like again?”
“Pfft,” replied Richard as he went back to playing around on his phone and Peter pulled out his own. He checked his texts to see if Gwen had texted him back about meeting him at the party. She hadn’t.
The doors of the elevator opened to reveal an empty living room. A DJ was set up in the corner, a few ping pong tables were set up on the opposite ends of the room, and kegs were strategically positioned around the penthouse. Richard wandered around in apparent astonishment of the fact they were some of the first to arrive.
“Well, well, well. Look who came out to party,” said a female voice from upstairs. “Peter, I cannot believe you came out tonight. What will your aunt say?” asked the girl. She brushed her red hair out of her eyes with one hand and placed her other on her hip.
“Nice to see you too, MJ,” he said with a hint sarcasm as she reached out to hug him and he wrapped his arms around her.
They pulled away from each other as Rich sauntered back to Peter. “Where the hell is everyone?” asked Richard.
“A bunch of people were on their way up but two assholes apparently hogged the only working elevator to themselves,” said MJ. Peter eyes went wide. “You two wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
“As if we’d do that, couple nice guys like us,” lied Rich, putting his arm around Peter and putting a shot glass filled with a clear liquid in his hands. Pete looked at him in confusion. “'Liquor before beer; you’re in the clear.' Everyone knows that, Pete,” he said clanking his shot glass with Peter’s. Peter knew what to do and put the glass to his lips and swallowed.
He coughed. ‘Stupid super metabolism, this is gonna be a long night.’
“Now, excuse me Peter, but do you mind introducing me?” asked Rich.
“We’ve met before, ass,” said MJ.
“Impossible. I would remember meeting someone as beautiful as you.” MJ scoffed and walked off as the elevator doors opened once again and a crowd of people stepped out. The woefully unprepared DJ scrambled to put music on.
“Hey, did Gwen ever text you back?” asked Richard.
“No, and I have no idea where she is.”
Hell’s Kitchen
10:00 PM, Still Saturday
‘Of course, the one night I want everything to go perfect this happens. I was gonna meet Peter at the DeCarlo kid’s party, leave early with him, and then rock his fucking world, but nope,’ thought Spider-Woman as she flipped through the air and landed behind two men and two women, one of the women brandishing a knife at the other woman. She jumped again and did a split in the air knocking both men back onto the ground.
“Look out!” yelled the woman that was being attacked as Spider-Woman was webbing up the two men. She swiftly dodged the butterfly knife from the attacking woman. Spider-Woman jumped back a few feet.
The woman began flipping her butterfly knife in various directions, opening and closing the knife in an effort to show off how dangerous she was to the young superhero.
“Ugh, that’s stupid. You’re stupid,” said Spider-Woman as she lunged forward and one hit KO’ed the other woman.
Gwen noticed the other woman staring at her in awe, almost as if she was expecting a quip. ‘Crap. Quick Gwen, drop some witty pop culture reference. Spider-Man does that and people love him,’ she thought, panicking to think of something funny to say.
The woman that was saved walked over to Spider-Woman and looked at the group of criminals lying on the ground before them.
“Phew. B- bitch better have my money, enh? Eh?” joked Spider-Woman lamely.
There was a pause as the woman looked to the men webbed to the ground, the other woman knocked out cold on the pavement, and Spider-Woman herself and asked, “Does she really owe you money?
The DeCarlo Penthouse
Party Time, Is it Saturday or Sunday, I don’t know!
“C’mon Petey ol’ boy, ol’ pal. We got one shot left. I don’t know how you do it. Stop lookin’ at ya phone and TAKE THE DAMN SHOT!” yelled Rich as he slurred his words.
Peter put his phone away. Eddie Murphy’s hit song “Party All The Time” blared from every speaker in the penthouse. ‘I can do this. Everyone’s got their eyes on me. MJ, Rich… MJ. Do it for the… the squad. Squad goals. Yeeah. That’s a thing.’ Peter aimed, launched the ball from his hands and watched as it bounced across the surface of the ping pong table and landed in the solitary cup in the center of the enemy team’s side.
Cheers erupted and Rich pulled Peter into a sweaty hug and lifted up to the air. As Rich put him down, a girl with curly, black hair and a seductive grin sauntered her way over to Peter. Rich promptly began tidying himself up.
“Hi, I’m Clarissa. You impress me. What do you say you impress me some more somewhere private?” she asked as she lightly touched his arm.
“Actually, it was all him,” said Peter as he gestured to Rich. “He’s the one you really want.”
“He’ll do,” she said before pulling Rich off to a private area. Rich looked at Peter and mouthed a quick thank you in response.
MJ walked over to Peter and shook her head. “Peter, how many drinks have you had tonight?”
‘Shit,’ thought Peter. “I don’t remember.”
“Damn, that’s… actually impressive,” she said as she gave him a high five. The music began to change to something a little more upbeat and modern. “You know, drinking always makes people dance and you haven’t danced once.” And with that, MJ shoved Peter onto the dance floor.
A couple of people began crowding themselves around Peter and dancing with him. Or on him, Peter couldn’t tell. And so, Peter danced the rest of the night away.
ESU Dorm Building
4:00 AM, Sunday
Peter dropped Rich onto his bed and placed a trashcan underneath his head, before turning around to see Gwen laying underneath the covers of his own bed, fast asleep. “Peter, Peter. It was mind blowing, man. So good!” slurred Rich. Gwen stirred underneath Peter's overs.
“Peter, that you?”
Peter sat down on the bed and brushed a few strands of hair out of Gwen’s face as she sat up. “Had a good time at the party?” she asked, before giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“Would’ve been better if you were there. Where were you?” asked Peter in reply.
“I was busy dealing with some… family business. It’s fine, don’t worry.”
“And you came here because…”
“Because, I figured that – even if I was at the party – I’d wind up here. But, I had a long night and I wanted to see you, but I thought it might also be nice to surprise you. So, I just waited for you here and fell asleep.”
“That’s cute. You’re cute.”
“I know,” said Gwen giving Peter a peck on his nose. “C’mon, you look tired. Get under the covers and go to bed.”
Peter yawned and lifted up the covers, placing his head on his pillow and wrapping his arm around Gwen, while she placed her head on his chest.
“You guys are gross,” said Rich from his bed.
“Go to sleep, Rich,” said both Peter and Gwen in unison. Both of them closed their eyes and began drifting off into a blissful sleep.