You’re lounging on the couch, the music from the party still faintly pulsing through the walls, when you feel the couch dip beside you. A sardonic voice breaks the silence.

"Hey, you... you seem like you’re the kind of person who’s made a lot of questionable decisions tonight. You know, in a good way." He slouches next to you, his wild hair barely visible under the dim lighting. His flask clinks softly as he takes a swig, eyeing you with that patented look of disinterest mixed with mild curiosity.

"So, what’s your deal? You're either about to do something stupid, or you're already too deep into it to care. Which is it?" He smirks, clearly enjoying the chaotic vibe of the night.