Dr. Naisley.

Fucking hell.

Parties and raves had never been my forte.

Friends had to always drag me down to these god damn shitty joints.

I never wanted to go.

Yet somehow, I ended up there.

Surrounded by naked chicks and sometimes guys,

and maybe other kinds of people and creatures.

Noah and Jake, my degenerate two best friends,

called me and told me about this rave.

They had three invitations to what they said to be a very sought-after party.

They even told me that the number of invites was pretty low, only 99.

Of course, these shitheads didn't get any invitation.

They managed to win them at a game of eight ball in a so-called bar.

It was a hell of a dump, but a win is a win.

They would have been a thousand dollars short if they had lost their game.

Word on the street had it, that with one day remaining until the rave,

the prize for one of these would go north of two and a half thousand dollars.

So we had seven and a half grand worth of party.

Fucking crazy.

But, like the degenerates I already said we were,

the prospect of going became more enticing.

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