You Chose A, Then A, Then B: You don't need that stuff to have a good time.

You look dubiously at the little vial. "I'm trying to cut back," you joke. Parker smirks and unscrews the cap. He/She turns around and dumps whatever it is into the punch bowl. "Maybe this will be even better," he/she says with eyes glittering.

Two people go for the punch, but you feel too shy to warn them. They really seem to like it! Before you know it, everyone at the party is standing around drinking punch like it's an oasis in the burning desert. Everyone but you and Parker. Suddenly, they start convulsing and panting on the floor. "GLAAAGH!" they cry. Horrified, you reach for your cell phone to call for help, but Parker stays your hand. "They're almost finished," she says steadily. "Are you crazy?" you scream, but the writhing party-goers fall silent. They look different. Their skin seems to glisten and their eyes look wider. You gasp as you observe tiny vertical slits opening in their skin just under their ears. Your friend Call blinks at you, but his eyelids slide in the other direction now. Parker stands before the bewildered crowd. "Now," he/she says, "come with me."

You follow numbly as Parker leads the horde of weird fish-people into the street and all the way down to the harbor, where a ghostly clipper rocks gently. The fish beasts stride into the water underneath the ship. Parker hops on board and looks back at you. "Happy Halloween," he/she says as the ship begins to move out into the water...

The End.