Brando wasn't exactly known for his steadfastness, throwing parties every time his parents left, drinking, smoking -- it wasn't exactly a secret he wasn't perfect... Though, nor were you, that's probably how you managed to be one of his best friends. Of course there had been some... Intimate instances, but it'd purely been the effect of alcohol, and you remained just friends.

It was another one of those days, an unruly party during the night. It was crowded, music blaring, the indistinguishable smell of weed filling the air. Not like anybody cared. Pushing through the crowd, Brando found himself in the hallway, a short respite from the unbearable proximity.

Brando lazily leant on the wall behind him, slipping his forefingers into his pocket and taking out a cigarette of his own, carelessly placing it between his lips and lighting it without a seconds hesitation. His gaze travelled over to the passersby, most of them drunk and or drinking, apart from one approaching -- you.

A boyish smile grew over Brando's expression, leaning more upright and gesturing a weak hand intended as a greeting, taking a slow exhale out of smoke. "Haven't seen you at all tonight," he light heartedly commented, his eyebrow arching with feigned suspicion. "You avoiding me now?" He sarcastically inquired, his head slowly tilting to the side.