(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Shane Eames<br/>Time/Location: Evening Eames Residence<br/>Tagging: The whole Smells like teen spirit crowd<br/>Content: Pool Party for the teens while the olds do their business<br/><br/>It was Friday evening and the adults were all going to be meeting at the St. Clair house for some manner of home owners association bullshit. So what is a high school senior with time on his hands and an empty house to do? For the past week Shane had planned this little pool party for some of his friends at school. An intimate little get together where they could swim, drink, listen to music, and just relax while the adults talk about money and property values, and all the shit kids didn't care about.<br/><br/>It was a great idea.<br/><br/>Several of the local kids and friends from school were coming. Clark said he was coming for certain, but the guest list seemed anything but solid. Word of mouth spread from one day to the next and friends of friends were ready for the party. With the help of a fake I.D. and road trip to the neighboring town of Springdale, he had enough beer to handle the needs of his posse. Aside from the beer, he also bought enough cheap hot dogs and chips to feed a small army for a week, or his class for an hour.<br/><br/>Shane's house was built for entertaining. Gregory Eames entertains a lot of people while managing his aerospace firm. Their house is fairly large and spacious with a lot of bedrooms, and a large outdoor area with a huge pool. About once a season their house has a little gala where people from all over the world show up and talk all things aerospace. This is the first time Shane has hosted his own get together, and he hopes it's fun. As long as they stay out of his and dads rooms, we should be cool.<br/><br/>The real selling point to this shindig was that most of the adults were right across the street. With that kind of pitch, how much trouble could this little party be right?