Really, this was Erika’s fault, when you really thought about it. Because of course, it was. Honestly, what did they think would happen when Jack found out he actually had a shot of making it in one of those fancy sophisticated yet understandable wild parties he’s heard so much about. Finally, he had a chance to run elbows with the movings and shakers of the school. Finally, the limelight of high society teenage socialising hustling him forward and who was Jack to ignore a siren call like this?
Ok, true that he actually had to find a way in, but he wasn’t particularly worried about that…..
After all with his quite frankly, killer disguise of a paper bag over his head marked with the words “NOT JACK” in black marker he approached the bouncer with typical aplomb
“”Yes, Yes One to the party please, because as you can see I’m totally not Jack McCarthy even though i hear that guy is awesome. Oh my name? Oh well I have a perfectly ordinary name and you’ve never met me before so i can understand the curiousity….So yes...my name is….here it comes give me a moment...my name is...is...is...Cherry….Dude. Cherry Dude! Now if you’ll just get out of my way that’ll be great. ERIKA! HEY ERIKA! LOOK OVER HERE HEY! I’LL BE IN IN A SECOND!”