The Boy Done Wrong Again (attn all@Burbanks Rave)

[Sunar Chugani]

Dancing, drugs, colorful lights, sleep deprivation - it was a combination designed to make the night one to remember, albeit in a fuzzy, vague sort of way. Sunar could hardly recall a thing that had happened, beyond the euphoria, which had so overwhelmed him that he could hardly even be concerned when someone mentioned, at around two in the morning, that they were locked in. It seemed so inconsequential, that they would have to all spend the night in an old abandoned mental hospital. That his family would worry never occurred to him in his chemically altered state, and he couldn't hear his phone over the incessant pounding of the music.

Sunday morning rolled around, the sun peering into the jagged, broken windows of Burbanks, causing Sunar to squint in an attempt to see properly. He staggered through the crowds; he hadn't slept at all, had felt that being locked in meant they should continue the party all through the night, a sentiment shared with most of the other attendees. But now he could hardly stand up; his legs and feet were killing him, his head was throbbing, and his eyes kept wanting to drift shut. He peered groggily around, trying to focus on staying awake. Still locked in, he could hear people murmuring about this, concern now coursing through the crowds in ways it hadn't when the party was still going strong.

"How're we gonna get out of here?" Someone asked. He didn't have an answer. When the police came to unlock the gates they would surely round them all up, an unappealing option for sure. His parents would not be the least bit pleased if he got arrested for trespassing -- and for drug possession. They had left several voice mails on his phone, though he hadn't checked yet to notice this.

"Ugh," He stumbled over to the nearest person, "Still can't get out?" As though there were any doubt, now that so many people were milling worriedly near the doors, "What're we gonna do?!" He attempted to stifle a yawn, blinking sleepily. "Can't stay in here all day! That'd...that'd....that'd suck."

[Brad Dawson]

Brad looked at the boy for a moment, "I have been trying to find a way out of this place for like an hour, finally decided to take a seat on the floor and wait a little while longer." Brad said to him. "It would really be headline news for the local area, if our schools found out we were drinking and god knows what else." Brad said flashing images of the night before and what he had got up to.

"Man my head hurts." he moaned. "Who turned on the lights." Brad said rubbing his backside as he tried to get it to feel again. "And being here until tomorrow would truly suck, I know for a fact that would be bad." Brad said looking at his watch. "I have a photo shoot in two hours across town, if I dont get out of here soon I will miss the start and have some angry people yelling at me for being late." Brad said. "Thats assuming they don't fire me first." Brad said though he wasn't all that worried about the later bit, he didn't think people would look so favourably at someone who gets booted for being late.

"Your not from Silver though I would have recognized you if you were, I thought this was school exclusive." he said though it clearly wasn't.

[Sunar Chugani]

"Nope, not Silver," Sunar admitted, rubbing at his temples, "Know a few people from Silver, though," He offered, "Taegan Buckles. Umm, Ashley....Ashley.....I don't remember his last name." He squinted, as though he could make the name come to him, but his head hurt too much for him to really think hard.

"I hear ya," He said, or attempted to say, though his words were distorted by an insistent yawn, "My head is killing me." That was the price one paid, sometimes, for a little temporary fun. Of course, on an ordinary morning he would have slept in and hoped he felt better when he woke up. Unfortunately, circumstances were such that he couldn't very well do this. No, he had to try and make his foggy brain work some way to spirit everyone out of there, so they could all be home when the police came to round them up. The sirens sounding in the distance made this seem incredibly unlikely, sadly, yet he continued to cudgel his brain for someway out of this situation. "Least I don't have to have pictures taken of me," He added, "Gotta get you out of here, so you don't get fired."

Someone had the bright idea of trying to knock the door down with sheer weight, though their attempt was rather unsuccessful, and, in Sunar's mind, irresistably hilarious. He began giggling incontrollably, "I don't think that's gonna work," He commented, looking around for something to help hit at the door with. The beer cans weren't likely to be very much use, unfortunately, nor were the glowsticks.

[Brad Dawson]

Brad chuckled as he looked at the boy trying to break out via the door, "Their has to be a back way out of here, a door they forgot to lock." Brad said to the Asian lad. "But then if I wanted to lock ravers into a place for the night which I imagine they did, we should probably be getting out of here soon, the police will like to make an example of some of the kids in this place." Brad said to the lad as he looked around the warehouse or what ever it was they were in for a way out as the sirens got a little louder.

Brad took his phone out and dialled, "Yeah I need a car to pick me up at burbanks." Brad said down the phone. "Their will be just two of us." Brad said down the phone said thanks and shut the phone. "We have a car on the way it should be here in about ten minutes, now all we need to do is get out of this place before the cops get here." Brad said his eyes travelling the room again. "Damn this is not good, I cannot get arrested, sod my career, my parent's will kill me if they have to come get me for tresspassing on private property." Brad said shaking his head at the very scary idea of explaining this to his parents without landing in the dog pound for a month.