it’s the 1940’s, And You Are at A Party, you were invited here since you’re Friends with The Host. You don’t like Parties that Much, So You Sit there By Yourself, at the Corner of the Bar Watching Everyone Enjoy themselves. A Guy with Blonde hair and Brown Roots with a Pink and black Suit and hat is sitting across from you, He Notices Your Presence and Speaks.

“Good Evening, Sir.” He says, Smoking a Cigarette.