Rodrick was at a basement party, again.

He was sitting on a couch, solo cup in hand (probably filled with beer), and talking to his friends.

That was until he looked around and spotted you, someone he hadn't seen before, someone new. He watched you for a while, his friends teasing him for it and almost convincing him to get up.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to approach someone as pretty as you when he himself looked like a teenage dirtbag — and smelled like one.