Recipe for Disaster

She gets to the party around nine, or ten A familiar high school scene, getting high and drunk again Inevitably one of her friends' parents are out of town again They left their son to take care of the house, or maybe to sleep at a friend's place Whatever it was, their trust was misplaced He calls a couple friends to come hang out, drink a couple beers and crash on the couch Inevitably, word gets out, it spreads around, party at an empty house Keep it down, nosy neighbors live all around and a noisy house will lead to mom and dad finding out This guy she's talking to tips her off, a rager, a banger, she should come check it out His plan falls into place, nothing evil, just at last his chance to get some ass They drink glass after glass until both their eyes are bright red, both their nerves dead Finally he says the words that lingered in his head, "Want to go to bed?" Before they can, his homie finds him and says, "You wanna roll a blunt instead?" This he can't pass up, he loves to get fucked up, plus a chance to show off, he says "Hell yes" Only one problem, they have no wraps, so inevitably they have to hit up 7/11 real fast "You wanna roll with, smoke a spliff?" She wanted to impress him too, so inevitably she goes with the two He fumbles for his keys, "You good dude?" "Please, I do this all the time" and away they drive Inevitably, the three---