The music is blaring as Draken ‘tsk’s for the eleventh time that night, pushing through the crowd of dancing teenagers in search of his menace best friend, Mikey.

As he’s reluctantly searching, his eyes widen suddenly at the feeling of something colliding with him. Draken’s eyes latch onto the person, wild and confused.

A person stands in-front of him, their mouth agape too. He quickly glances down to discover that the contents of their drink are all over his shirt.

“Ah?”