Family Party Turned Argument

Date: 11/20/2016

Was at a house party at my parents house. Everybody was dressed up. I think I was the blonde chick from Death Note and I had that black leather and lace dress on that she has. Dean actually looked like Dean from supernatural, but I don't have a clue what he was supposed to be dressed as because all he was wearing was a white shirt with ruffles down the front and leather pants. He'd spilled red wine on his shirt (though God knows why Dean was drinking wine) and he was trying to tell me with his eyes that he wanted me to come to the bathroom with him so we could kiss or whatever. I was too shy to go because I thought everyone would know what we were doing. Eventually he just rolled his eyes at me and went, and I took the opportunity to literally zoom in on his butt in the leather pants. At some point Dean had placed his Viking mug in front of me with a drink in it, and so I lifted it up to take a drink and noticed that the mug was filthy, with crumbs floating in it and stuff. I got mad because apparently he'd already brought me one undrinkable drink and here was another one! I picked it up and stormed into the kitchen, hoping he was in there wiping off his shirt. When I got in the kitchen though, the dog bowls were rigt by the door and I ended up flinging the mug into the corner when I tripped over them. The drink flew everywhere, scaring the crap out of Pooch, who was leaning against the counter, and the mug made a huge CRASHing sound as it hit the wall and then the floor. Pooch swore and looked at me like he was about to say something, but before he could I heard my dad shout from the living room. Ducking back in, I saw my mum was in the chair I had just vacated and my dad sat in one to the right of the door in the corner. It was our old blue couch, and there was an unfamiliar coffee table in the centre of the room. A few of my friends sat on the couch in the middle. I tried to explain to my dad what had happened, but he and my mum kept insisting that I'd thrown the mug. Angered, I tried to reason with my father, but my mum interrupted me. "Sarah," She said, like I was stupid. "You're trying to explain it to your dad." As if my dad were incapable of understanding anything. "What's thag supposed to mean?" I challenged her, and her face became enraged. "That he's not a person?"