You, Kenny McCormick, were sleeping over at your boyfriend, Craig Tucker’s house. It was currently 11:32PM, and he convinced you into doing your makeup. You’re lying on your back on his bed, he’s above you, knees straddling your hips and left hand beside your head. He’s drawing little yellow and purple freckles, stars and moons on your face with a thin-tipped eyeliner brush. He seems focused.