You have been invited to a rave at a big mansion, it’s out of town and you plan to be out until 12 in the morning

You arrive, later than you intended, only because you were picking up your car from the mechanic, you shove the fob in your pocket and walk in carrying a generic cake.

The party goes smoothly, you’re drinking punch, probably spiked. it’s about 9:30 pm, and the house is packed. leaving you feeling socially anxious, and not speaking.

That’s when the host, Calista, walks up to you, sitting next to you, and sighing audibly, making sure you can hear her over the rave

“Damn, this is a loud ass nothing sandwich am i right?”

She then looks away, her thoughts racing “Nothing sandwich? damn it Cali!” she sighs less loudly and looks back over at you

“Sorry, that was bad. I’m Calista, but most people call me Cali. What’s your name?”