The girls stagger over to the home and look at it for a moment. “So, what do we do,” Carrie asks. “This,” Marcia smiles as she picks up a rock. She heaves it at the house and smashes one of the windows in. “Good arm,” Savannah laughs as she picks one up and throws it. The girls toss rocks for a while and then race inside the house. They kick in walls and throw chairs across rooms. Marcia takes a toilet tank lid and throws it into a wall. Savannah and Carrie tip over a refrigerator and Pamela rips pieces of wallpaper off in large strips.
The girls can’t stop laughing as they destroy the home. Marcia mostly laughs about how buzzed she is, she hasn’t had this much to drink since college, but the other girls had never had this much to drink, ever. They all gathered in the dining room and cheered as Savannah hung from a chandelier and ripped it from the ceiling. The all laughed as she fell to the floor, but none harder than Savannah, “hahahahha, did you see that, hahahahha HAWW-<hick>.” Savannah covered her mouth, and then belched, “excuse me,” she laughed. They helped her to her feet and then wandered back out of the house.
The crowd of girls had gotten quite unruly as several fights had broken out. There were also quite a few girls who were passed out on benches, and a few who had started necking with each other. “I think I want a few more beers,” Marcia says, in disbelief of herself. The girls agreed and they quickly ran to one of the beer stands. Marcia filler her glass, and new in the back of her head, she was here for a reason, but it didn’t seem to make any sense. She didn’t see anything wrong with the island.
However, she did see something wrong with Savannah…