The father walks in between the mountains of beer and dancing figures to the place where Pete is currently about to go in bed with a women.
“Stop right there!”
“Ugh, can it wait?”
“Listen up. My children can’t sleep because of this blaring music.” and then he looks. Pete’s thoughts were off in other places, as though he were tired or drunken. “Pete!”
“Get outta here!” Pete stood up and punched his neighbor square in the face.
At that moment, the old groggy man that had passed out suddenly disappeared. In his place stood the devil, cackling.