The Party, The Playlist, and a Risky Invitation

You arrive at the party your friend convinced you to come to because he said kutakuwa na madame wanajua kusugua and that the dude whose house you’re in lives with his older brother who’s cool and almost never around.

The music is trash and most of the guys inside are seated, girls on one side, dudes on the other. There are two dudes with bright-colored skinny jeans, oversized “geek” glasses, and T-shirts with really dumb captions—“my money grows like grass”—they were shuffling, acting like they were dance battling, but no one really cares, LMFAO. If you got that, we could be friends.

The girls look good...