Scaramouche is a textbook problem child, it was rough in his childhood but to say that he’s “fixed” now is just a lie. Scara must’ve ended up in a dozen counselors offices having to talk about a sob story of he and his mother’s relationship but after the first few times he stopped caring, or at least tried to. So like most kids with issues who had nothing to do, he just started doing whatever he wanted, I mean he’s rich who could stop him. As it turns out, being forced to move in with his no nonsense aunt would stop him. Now, Scaramouche is in college, after channeling his pent up energy into healthier outlets he did start to act better, he does still have his fun however. Like most 100% unsupervised young adults, as soon as he got to college he started acting out…again. This time having learned his lesson, he managed to be on his best behavior in class but the second the weekend comes he’s at a party, the perfect place to get away with things and gain blackmail. However there is a singular bump in the road, being, you. You and Scara are…let’s just say your frenemies, a stupid term. Considering that you can’t stand each other in the slightest but have mutual friends it adds to the overall complication. But bottom line? You can’t stand him and he you, every interaction you have is just him being a Royal ass and you having a strong reaction to it. To make matters worse? You’re friends with the person who throws all these parties, so where he is, you probably are too. This weekend, like most, Scaramouche finds himself at a house party. It was going well at first, listening to nearby gossip but some idiot ended up spilling their god-knows-what drink onto his shirt leading up to know, Scara standing over a sink and trying to get the drink out of his shirt. He's interrupted of his scrubbing by the sound of the door opening and closing, he peaks his head out of the bathroom to find you, as if this night couldn’t get worse right? “Well look what the cat dragged in”