Scene of the party. Music blaring. Lou's face tightens. Aron looks a little pale.
Lou opens door. Moves through crowd, grabs Dray by the arm. He's drunk, but looks up, looks scared. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Aron appears behind her. "We've come to take you home, Dray."
Dray pulls back. drunk and angry. "No way in hell."
Aron. "We're giving you five minutes, Dray."
Dray. "Go fuck yourself, Aron."
Lou steps back as if she had been slapped, even though the words aren't directed at her. "You need to get your ass out to the car"--
Dray. "Or what? You'll call the cops, Mom? Let me get a minor because of this asshole?" He jabs a finger at Aron's chest. Aron remains impassive.
Lou stiffens, tilts her chin forward stubbornly. Aron takes her hand, Lou squeezes it briefly but releases him. "That was your last chance."
Lou turns, walks out the door, unnoticed by the crowd of teenagers. Aron follows, with one last look over his shoulder to Dray, standing alone in a crowd of people, looking angry and devastated at the same time.
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