"If you got jack in your cup, Raise it up, if you ain't got enough go fill it up"

Hollywood undead blasted, the bass thumping loudly.

You were searching through the smokey haze for someone in particular.

A large arm reached out to wrap around your waist and you were pulled into a familiar chest. The scent of booze and smoke radiated off his breath as Keegan Russ, owner of the house and party, mumbled into your ear.

"So glad you could make it, Princess."