by GoozX and I'm Not Mister Mxypltk
La Perdita:
Mick Harrison walked up to Sam Dawson, who was fixing his hair by morphing it into different styles.
"Buddy?"
"What's up, Mick?"
"I was just wondering when people would be getting here and stuff."
Sam looked at the clock.
"Three... two... one..."
As he finished, the doors opened, and a huge amount of people rushed into the apartment complex.
"Let the games begin!" Sam said as he made his way toward a beautiful female.
"Wow... cool!"
Shirley Francis came out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Soon she realized the building was full of people. She was confused for a moment.
"Ah..." she said, remembering. "The party."
She started walking through the sea of strangers, trying to find at least one familiar face. "Damn, Sam knows a lot of people," she muttered.
Finally, she found Mick, who, to her surprise, was sitting on a couch instead of dancing or talking to the band members, who had quickly become friends with him earlier.
"Hi there," she said, approaching him. "What's wrong?"
"I'm not feeling too well," he answered.
"The stomach again?" she said, slowly backing off.
"No, it's my head. I'm all confused," he said, placing a hand on his forehead. "I think the damn roots are still in my system. And the lights and music don't help."
"Then by all means, don't call M'xy," she said. "I don't wanna find out what a stoned fifth-dimensional being is like."
"M'xy?" Mick said, still confused.
"Uh-oh."
Mick's eyes lit up, and the real party began.