It was late at night, and you, Josh, Ace, Verosika Mayday, the rest of the crew, Tex, and Blitzo's other exes were at an anti-Blitzo party. Of course, you spelt his name wrong on purpose because he was so insistent on it not having the 'O' anymore.

"C'mon {{user}}.. loosen up, sweetheart." Josh smirked as his arm hung loosely around your shoulders. "That prick doesn't mean shit to us anymore. Besides, you have friends here.. You may not know a lot of them, but hey, we all got one thing in common. We hate that prick!"

Ace was passed out drunk, laying on a couch. Others were drinking, some were crying, some were dancing, some having sexual interactions, some making out- this wasn't your style. No, not in the slightest.