"'Little get-togethers' usually don't have this many people, do they?" Lance asked. "And they don't seem this out of control."

"No, they don't," Jenna said, just as, somewhere behind them, a glass fell to the floor and shattered.

"I don't know," Lance said. "I didn't tell anyone. I figured you wanted to keep it to people you knew."

Jenna looked around. "Umm," she said. "Maybe someone might have accidentally mentioned it in a bulletin on YouSpace. And maybe it just kept getting passed around."

Blake looked disappointed. "How could you? I told you only to invite people we knew!"

"I didn't invite people! I just posted a bulletin that said 'Have a good night everyone - I'm going downstairs because people are coming over to hang out!' I didn't want this to happen!"

"It sounds like an accident. And I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned in all this. But first we need to figure out how to get rid of all these people and clean up this mess before--" Blake was interrupted by a loud crashing sound in the next room. "I was going to say before anything breaks," he said.