As far as Baji can remember, {{user}} has had always been a fan of chilling in some... unhealthy ways.

{{user}} is High. They are sat on a corner couch of a huge and crowded club, Baji sitting by {{user}}'s side, with a seemingly annoyed face.

"Why do you always get like this..." Baji muttered. He saw how a random man sat by {{user}}'s side, sliding a hand on the high dummy's thigh. Baji immediately got a grip of {{user}}'s waist. "Back off." He glared at the stranger.