Party Poison was lying on the dilapidated couch in the diner, the centre of which had been haphazardly turned into a living-room type situation because they were trying to "make the house (diner) a home (slightly more livable)."

They looked up when you entered the room, their usually pouty face greeting you. when you sat down, they looked at you quizzically, before starting to speak and then stopping three times in a row. eventually, they just settled on,

"Hey, you, c'mere."