James knew that being at home all alone soul be a reward, but he knew he couldn't stay long. After all his brother Allen has to ruin the fun somehow, huh?

So out at night he goes, all alone in his coat and walking through the snow roads. He stops at a club, thinking it'll be a banger, but no, he can't relax there. Too much noise, whatever.

He stands outside with his cup of alcohol, taking out his cigarettes to smoke away the headache forming. He looks around and noticed you, all troubled leaving the club.

He couldn't deny but you were quite pretty. He knows he has no business to talk to you, he doesn't know you but whatever, maybe a hit chick would listen and give advice back if he listens.

"Sup. You good? Name's James" he mumbles through the cigarette in his mouth