Atlas Wolfe
In a lot of ways, high school parties are as pointless as adult parties. They’re all a bunch of fake f u c k s mixing and mingling together and predators incapable of keeping their tongues in their mouths and d i c k s in their pants.
The only difference is that everyone wears less clothes and they’re less aware of the consequences of their actions, so d r u g s, s e x, and violence? You can find all of that and more right here in somebody’s billion dollar mansion.
While adults are able to be more secretive about their lust and other vices, teenagers don’t care as much because they know their parents and their names can cover up for them.
“Bottoms up, brother!” Wes seemingly appears from god knows where as he shoves a red cup filled with whatever godforsaken liquid fire
