I grew up in a small town. And right next door, about 13 minutes down the road, was another small town. Their small town was so small, their “high school” students, grades 7-12, were sent to our school.
This other town had the only liquor store. And my classmate who held this particular house party, his parents owned the liquor store. Which was also their house, so the party was in the back. And it was a dry party, no alcohol allowed.
Except, of course, the rum or rye that this classmate had.
And the alcohol we managed to find someone to buy. I’m not a drinker, so I ended up babysitting my good friend who got really drunk on the rye or rum, and wanted to throw herself at another boy.
I don’t know why we thought this plan would work. We eventually got found out and kicked out. We managed to go to another person’s house where we had a bon fire. If I remember correctly, he was feeling pretty good himself thanks to the ill-gotten alcohol and he nearly fell into the fire.