What started as a late-night party, quickly escalated into an all-night booze fest. Complete with naked party-goers, sex, and drugs the party was the talk of the University just mere hours after it had started. And at the top of the list of those receiving attention was the host, Ryan "Maniac" Houghswell. Maniac was the typical fraternity members, sexual deviant, and popular upperclassman at the latest 'Who-gives-two-fucks University'. Hardly ever was Maniac seen in public sober. There was always a girl or two around his arm(s). His reputation for throwing parties was perhaps the most talked about thing across campus aside from the size of the all-star football player's member. That also happened to be Maniac, in case you hadn't caught on. So as I was saying, Maniac threw killer parties. The best weed, large amounts of booze, the best locales, the hottest girls, the hottest guys. Every weekend was one big drunken, drugged-up, fuck fest. Maniac couldn't think of a better way to spend his Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays.
Scratch that. Maniac did think of something better: one big drunken, drugged-up, fuck fest that takes place at his father's private estate in the Hills. No one around for miles, a large number of friends and strangers from campuses across town. The ultimate party. Something he might not be able to top again, so he would have to make it an annual thing. Maniac's father was once a well admired actor, turned porn star in his late career, who was often away in Europe somewhere. Something about new film-work. Maniac didn't pay much attention, but he knew that Daddy went away like this for months at a time every year. Three weekends worth of time to be exact. Three weekends of being shit-faced and laced with more coke than anyone could believe. Girls, music, girls, booze, girls, sex, girls, repeat.
It was going to take a significant amount of planning to get the place ready though. There was also the ordeal of securing all the drugs and booze. Maniac would have to hit all his regular dealers and then some to get all the coke and dope for three weekends. It would take a few days but eventually he would come up with the goods, though what he wouldn't tell anyone was that he had to do some dirty favors in order to secure them. Maniac had a piss-poor record with one of the bigger dealers in town and this would come to bite him in the ass as he approached the elderly man for the hook up. The old dealer was a closet homosexual and it is safe to assume that Maniac was not a stranger to the man's dick. Maniac hated every second of it, but you don't earn the title of "Best Host of Awesome Parties" without giving part of your soul away. Fuck it, take one for the team.
He took the yellow Mustang out today and pulling out of the parking lot of the dealer's place, Maniac decided to forgo the freeway. He loved that fucking car. Kept it clean, maintained. Aftermarket body parts, turbo and sound system. Not a scratch, not a dent. No imperfections. The freeway was the usual route though, and it was easy to push 90 to 120 miles per hour up there. It got boring. Maniac, with the taste of unwashed penis in his mouth, decided downtown would be more thrilling. Running lights, swerving around slower cars, and altogether scarring the shit out of pedestrians It didn't matter.
Maniac was far from an attentive driver so it wasn't until after he ran over the thing in the middle of the intersection that he decided to stop the car. He freaked out, because some where over the roar of his engine and the blaring music he heard the crunching of bones, the splattering of blood. Maniac knew that wasn't an animal and he panicked. He panicked hard. Jerking the emergency brake. Whipping the steering wheel around to pull a complete 180 degree turn at 50 miles per hour. This threw the pristine Mustang into the blue Hummer on the other side of the intersection.
Maniac never wore a seat belt. Too cool/obsessed with himself/inebriated/cocky for that safety device.
Maniac was laying on the hood of the Hummer, still shaking from the thought of running that 'thing' over; most likely he thought it was a human.
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