I knew it was an epically bad idea from the start.

Jackie had descended on my dorm room in her usual whirlwind of motion that made me feel exhausted just from watching her. She wanted to go to "a really bitchin' Halloween thing" she had heard about from a friend of a friend, because they were supposed to have this DJ she loved.

One by one she shot down my objections.

"I've got a big test on Monday."

"You can study tomorrow night!

"I don't know anyone there."

"There will be other girls there from the dorms, so you will know somebody else."

"I don't have any costume. You said it was a costume thing."

"I've got one you can wear! You'll look so cute in it!"

"But, I don't drink. You know that."

"Oh, loosen up! No one said you have to get drunk! It's not like you're still under age, you know."

"Besides," she said, setting the final hook, "There will be lots of hot guys there!"

"Well, okay. As long as we can bail early," I conceded to the inevitable.

And now, here I was at a party dubbed "The First Circle of Hell". Jackie had vanished into the crowd and strobing lights an hour and a half ago, and I was stuck in a huge, noisy warehouse on the seedy side of town. I didn't like the music, didn't know a soul in sight, and had had nothing to drink because I was afraid of what might be in the neon green brew in the solo cup I was holding.

Worse than that, I was wearing a cheap domino mask and some ridiculously small Catholic schoolgirl outfit she had dug up for me, forgetting I was two sizes bigger and five inches taller than her. I had to keep tugging the hem of the pleated skirt down, but I still felt like I couldn't bend down without flashing my panties at everyone. At least I had my own shirt, since Jackie's wouldn't button up across my boobs, but the sweater vest was still so tight it mashed them together uncomfortably. The tie itched, too.

And hot guys? I suppose there were plenty of those, if you consider half-blitzed "hot". Well, there was that one over by the entry I'd chatted with for a few minutes. He'd been interesting, and hadn't spent the whole time staring at my cleavage. I wished now I hadn't let Jackie drag me off to the dance area. Instead of maybe getting to know him, I ended up being body slammed by sweaty people for ten minutes. By the time I made my way clear, he had gone.

I was scouting along the edge of the dance mob for Jackie, when I saw a pack of frat rats zeroing in on me, led by this drunken prick who I'd brushed off earlier with a story about meeting up with my "boyfriend". He was dressed as a priest with a "Choir Girls Wanted" sign hung around his neck, and seemed to think himself hilarious with molestation jokes. I looked around in desperation for a way out before he caught me alone again, wishing I had a taser with me.

Then I spotted him. The good-looking guy I'd been talking with earlier was leaning against the wall a few feet away, looking bored as hell. With Drunken Priest Boy already shouting something about coming to Confessional with him, I moved quickly up to the stranger, whispered in his ear, "Pretend you know me!"

Much more loudly I said, "There you are, sweetie," wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a big kiss on his mouth.

I'm cheating and getting a jump on tomorrow's theme...

If you can extract me from this situation, I'll be oh so grateful! Let's explore a chance meeting with a stranger, perhaps never to see each other unmasked or know the other's name!

I'd love to make this a quick, short-term RP with a fun and literate partner, who knows his "P's and Q's", not to mention knows when your "yore" should be "you're".

Drop me an out-of-character note to introduce yourself and discuss things before jumping in. Please remember that this story isn't me, it's a character I'm playing! Not interested in exploring: pain, verbal viciousness, blood, torture, non-con, toilet stuff, snuff, or one-sentence replies.

I'll try to reply to all polite responses, even if it's just a polite "no thanks." My older prompts can be found at r/DeeDeeDPP.