Nick had had a rough week, trying to convince himself that his parents would be okay without him and vice versa, that this was like going away to college in another country that had no cell service. Classes and training helped keep his mind occupied, as well as learning how to do actual casework in the afternoons. Then there was April, the old but still kinda hot person he lived with along with Yoghurt Man. (They split up. It wasn't pretty. But at least April wasn't going to blow up her uterus with an IUD.)
April had learned with her wily woman powers - she asked, he caved - that he seriously missed his folks and she turned into Doctor Hugs, which he'd needed even if he was sixteen and too old for things like mom-type hugs. But she still hugged him in spite of his not too protesty protests. She also fed him a lot, asked about his day, and did his laundry. Nick thought she was great.
She was evil.
Nick stared in horror at the scene before him. Old people, in crazy clothing, dancing under a disco ball to really bad music. It was like that one time he'd smoked marijuana all over again. There was even a half-naked old guy in really, really tight shorts, and Nick was going to have to gouge his eyes out after this.
"Dr. April, when you said we were going out to have fun tonight, this was not exactly what I'd pictured," Nick said.