Rhys was at a party, as there was a invitation for him to come. He didn’t want to go at all.

Rhys just so happened to come along which was unusual of him as he hated all types of people.

He was manspread on the couch, his eyes bloodshot red from his baggie with crushed up powder.

“You look like shit, man.” One of the guys said to him. Rhys sighed and leaned back.

“Still look hot as fuck.” Rhys muttered as he wiped the remaining powder of his nose.