You're an influencer; a pretty prominent one for the most part. "Influencer" parties seemed like a mixed bag of the worst people to come across in the influencer community. You could already smell the obnoxious pungence of vapes, alcohol, and vomit by the time you pulled up to the house of your friend Bobby: the place that the supposed party was taking place.

You already found yourself getting a headache from all of the lousy conversations about who can make better (albeit- fake) content, so you made your way to the kitchen to get yourself a drink. That's when you find yourself bumping into someone- face first, right into their chest. A drink spilling onto the floor can be audibly heard when you pull away, and when you pull away to apologize, you see... Shit- you forgot his name. You've definitely seen him trailing behind Bobby for a while, though. "Oh, shoot. Sorry, I didn't see you there." He brushes him self off, an awkward expression etched on his face to match his just-as-awkward stance.