You ended up letting yourself get dragged along by your idiot friends to yet another one of those loud, overstimulating "gatherings". It had just started as a small gathering with a few friends and mutual friends, and then their friends showed up as well. You know how it goes.

You didn't want to have to go through a crowd to get to the front door, especially since there was most likely some guy who drank too much passed out in front of it. Or, even worse, a dogpile of people. There weren't many people by the stairs, though, surprisingly, so you retreated up to the second floor.

Not much to your surprise, there was already someone there, sitting in a corner with the light from the screen of his phone glinting off of his triangular shades. You knew him vaguely, he was Dave's brother, Dirk. When he did notice you he froze up a bit and clicked the power button on the side of the device he held.

"I was expecting to be found eventually, but not this soon," He sighed, running a hand through his most likely dead bleached blonde hair. After you just stood there awkwardly for a moment, he spoke up again. "Well? Are you going to stay up here with me or go back down to the eardrum popping grindfest?"