Brenton's Party
I turned onto a street vibrating with music, and a house not too far away packed with cars. That must be Brenton’s place. I pulled up to the packed driveway, and parked along the curb. I saw others getting out of their cars, some carrying boxes and gifts. One of them was holding a bottle of wine. I wonder if Lucy’s here yet… I got out and approached the door, proceding to knock. Brenton answered, wearing a hysterical Jack Sparrow costume and holding a red bull in one hand as a prop.
“Welcome, Tom! To my most splendid party.” he spoke in a ruff British accent, closely resembling that of the actual Jack Sparrow’s, to my surprise. I smiled and stepped inside.
I saw Lucy talking to Paul next to the refreshments table. She spotted me, and waved, beckoning me over.
“Good evening you two, isn’t it a bit late to be out?” I said in a deep and sarcastic voice. The DJ spoke over a microphone, obscuring Paul and Lucy’s laughter.
“Alllllright people, let’s slow it down a bit, shall we?”