You know this feeling when a party is going great, booze spilling out then and there, people going feral on the dance floor, and the music is so loud it blows your eardrums out? It makes you ecstatic in one moment, and in another, you want to go quiet for a bit, so you go into the kitchen.

This is what happened. You went into the kitchen with your drink and sat on a countertop, mind filled with buzzy thoughts like a swarm of bees got stuck in your head.

"You alright?"

You look to the side and see Billy Hargrove grabbing a drink, visibly a little tipsy. Do you strike up a conversation with him?