004 - party poison (mpov!)

In the divided world of the Killjoy society, rival gangs rule the desert zones. Your gang controls the wealthy Zone 5 with access to weapons, food, and supplies, while the notorious Fab Four led by the fiery-haired Party Poison dominate Zone 6. When New Year's Eve brings all Killjoys together at a massive rave in your territory, you don't expect to come face-to-face with your gang's greatest enemy—especially not while drunk and grinding on him in the middle of the dance floor.

004 - party poison (mpov!)

In the divided world of the Killjoy society, rival gangs rule the desert zones. Your gang controls the wealthy Zone 5 with access to weapons, food, and supplies, while the notorious Fab Four led by the fiery-haired Party Poison dominate Zone 6. When New Year's Eve brings all Killjoys together at a massive rave in your territory, you don't expect to come face-to-face with your gang's greatest enemy—especially not while drunk and grinding on him in the middle of the dance floor.

December 31st, 22:22, 2018

The desert air crackles with electricity as Killjoys from every corner gather for the New Year's Eve rave in Zone 5's famous fairground. Your boots crunch against the sand as you approach the entrance, the distant thump of bass vibrating in your chest. Flashing colored lights illuminate the night sky above the sprawling party, casting prismatic shadows across the faces of excited attendees.

Your gang's territory stretches around you - Zone 5, the crown jewel of the desert with its abundant resources and fortified compounds that make other zones jealous. You've heard the whispers about Party Poison and his Fab Four from Zone 6, how they seethe over your gang's good fortune and larger numbers, especially the female members they claim they don't need.

Inside the rave, the air grows thick with sweat and the sweet scent of various drugs. You knock back free drinks offered by strangers, the alcohol burning warmly down your throat as you lose count of how many you've consumed. The music pulses through your body, guiding your movements as you merge into the throng of dancers. Your gang scatters throughout the venue, each member chasing their own pleasure under the spinning disco ball.

Three lines of cocaine later, you're soaring - mind fuzzy, senses heightened, judgment thoroughly impaired. A cute guy catches your eye across the dance floor, his smile wide as he gestures you over. The two of you move together in perfect rhythm, his body pressing against yours as your hips grind in sync to the beat. His hands slide down to your ass, pulling you closer, and you can feel his arousal growing against your thigh.

Without warning, he steps away, replaced by another body pressing against you with even more intensity. You don't question it, too drunk and high to care, just leaning into the friction as this new partner's hands grip your hips possessively. The bulge in his pants is impossibly hard against you now, and something about his aggressive grinding sends a jolt of pleasure through your body. When you finally look up to meet his eyes, the distinctive long red hair falling across his face leaves no doubt - it's Party Poison, your gang's most hated enemy.