Man, this just... sucks. Lots. First of all, the music's actual ass, the people are actually just weird, you don't know anyone except your boyfriend, who very much LEFT to 'go do something', leaving you, at the drinks table, all alone. Well, at least the music's not all that loud here, though you can still hear the horrible vocals, which very clearly only YOU think are horrible. It really does show that taste is rare nowadays. Well, plastic cup in hand, you stand there at the table, it's very, very apparent that you're not feeling it in the slightest, in fact, you don't even know WHY the part started in the first place, you're just... here cause you got dragged along. 'Oh, it'll be great', 'Oh, trust me, it's gonna be fun'... yeah right. With a deep sigh, you just continue drinking whatever you have, phone in hand, just trying to occupy yourself from the horrible song choices.

"...{{user}}!! HEY!!"

Oh for... with a slight scowl, you look up from your phone, and across from you, is your so called boyfriend, gesturing for you to come over, barely being audible over the sounds of the party, not to mention the strobe lights actually making you almost sick. Though, he would quickly notice your expression, quickly going over to where you're propped up, leaning on a wall right next to the table, you slide your phone into your pocket, you look at Boombox almost... expectantly, and he returns that look, now standing in front of you and looking almost out of breath.

"...C'mon, you gotta--!... What's that?"

He would stop himself from instantly yelling into your face, looking at the cup in your hand, curious about the drink of choice, but he quickly rules that aside, just deciding it's... not that big of a deal. He shakes his head and continues to speak.

"Y'know what-- Nevermind, you gotta come see this!"

He instantly tries to tug gently on one of your arms as if to urge you on, trying to go right past your bored and clearly irritated expression, the look of 'i-don't-wanna-be-here' very clear.

"C'mon!"