"Oh, my God! What did you crazy hooligans do this time? That better not have been any of my glass-art!" Troy bustled back into the living room then breathed a huge sigh of relief at seeing that it had only been the rectangular slab of glass that had acted as a top to the coffee table. It still sucked, but it was just a piece of glass and was much easier to replace than any of the one of a kind glass sculptures Troy collected.
Unfortunately, it had broken because Julian had somehow managed to land on it, ass first, in such a way that the glass had, well, not shattered, exactly, but splintered into large pieces, one of which had obviously cut into Julian's leg, judging by the way the man was screaming.
Screaming and bleeding, Troy saw when he pushed through a few people and looked.
There wasn't much blood. Certainly not enough to account for the shrill, high-pitched shriek coming from Julian's mouth, and Troy was pretty sure that if it hadn't been for that overly dramatic reaction, the party would have gone on. As it was, several people were trying to help Julian up while the rest were rolling their eyes and setting their drinks down. Troy caught a few goodbyes from the auditory equivalent of the corners of his eyes and nodded when people asked about the next Monday. The mass exodus didn't take long, sadly; then Troy helped Richard calm Julian and started collecting the long shards of glass.
He hissed roughly when his careful grip wasn't careful enough and the edge of one piece sliced his palm. Fortunately, Richard had Julian in the kitchen by then and Troy had zero interest in joining them, what with Julian's whining voice crying out "it hurts... it hurts, Richard, get it out of me now, it hurts, I can't stand it, you can't treat me like this, get it out of me!"
Troy rolled his eyes and snorted as he pulled his shirt off and wrapped it around his bleeding hand. Which was, of course, when the loud knocking started on the front door. It was amazing that he could hear it, what with the music still playing and Julian being such a wuss.
"God, hold on!" Troy called as he made his way carefully past and over the shards of glass that still littered the living room carpet. "I'm coming, okay?"
"Get it out of me, it hurts! I'm bleeding! Stop it!" Julian shrieked from the kitchen, and apparently it pierced more than just Troy's eardrums because the next thing he knew, his front door was flying wide and there was a man rushing inside.
"What the--" Troy managed before the man slammed into him, knocking him to the floor and somehow turning him over, dragging Troy's wrists behind him all in what seemed like one smooth motion. "What the fuck are you doing! Oh, my God!"
He barely saw other feet running past, crushing the glass shards into small fragments that Troy knew he'd never get out of the rug. Then a truly loud commotion started in the kitchen, even while what felt like a forearm pressed onto Troy's back, and Troy wasn't the sort to pass out, but blackness rose before his eyes and when it tried to swallow him, he let it. Even with the what the fuck? still echoing in his head, he didn't fight the darkness.