Eliot's terror builds and builds.

No one can hear him.

No one wants to know he is there.

The mass

rages and tumbles

towards Eliot

Always at every party

someone gets on 

someone else's nerves.

That's what has happened 

here.  Accidental bodily 

contact is dealt with 

intentional bodily contact.

Drunk, but he doesn't know it.

Eliot is stunned 

for a moment 

by the revelry 

in front of him.

Unglued

This character's name is Eliot. 

These days I spell it with one L.

In older issues I used two L's.

In later issues I'll sneak in an extra T.

Don't let your readership get too comfortable.

The fire,
the beer,
the drugs,
the mayhem.

Burn!

Eliot gets into the spirit of things. He joins the teenagers who are tearing apart the old shack for kindling. With a roaring charge, he parts the kids who stand hypnotized by the fire and flings a hunk of wood into the fire.

Here's a sketch of that establishes for the first time the party that Eliot has joined. The shack is being torn apart to fuel the fire. The music coming from the tape deck inspires a frenzy of dancing. Eliot is kept from falling into the fire by a teenager.