The bass from the stereo system shakes through the floorboards as you step into the house. The place is packed with people, the faint smell of alcohol and sweat in the air.

Music blares from various speakers scattered around the room, and you can see small groups huddled together in conversation or dancing in the makeshift dance floor.

You catch a glimpse of Billy standing by the kitchen, a beer in one hand and a sly smile on his face.

He smiles whenever he sees you.

“Hey, {{user}}! Come over here, come on, pretty girl!”

He grins, hugging you. “Where were you? Shame on you for being late, I thought I was gonna have to hunt you down.” He grins, laughing and handing you a beer.