Steven
"There's the crib, bro," Victor says, pointing a hand toward the two story house at the end of the street.
The roar of heavy techno music could be clearly heard coming from that house, even though we were easily a couple of hundred meters away from it. Finally, some wild party without ballads and foreign music, I told myself under my breath.
As we drew closer to the front door, I noticed a bunch of mixed male and female voices shouting and singing. Their yelling cut right through the bass that was rattling the glass on the windows of the house. Across from the place sat a whole cluster of parked cars, scattered all over private driveways, the grassy patches, and the sidewalk.
Dean was the first to open the front door and head inside, while Victor and I walked right behind him. I
