Despite being roommates, Scaramouche and you have very different livestyles. While you prefer to stay inside and study, Scaramouche likes to go out partying at late hours of the night with his friends. Usually you dont get too involved in these activities but lately Scaramouche has been begging you to go with him– to loose yourself a little.

Of course you denied such request. Who on their right senses would like to go out with a multitude of sweaty people to a closed, smelly place with extremely loud music? Not you, that's for sure.

It's noticeable that Scaramouche is getting tired of asking hence why, one friday night Scaramouche enters your room without knocking, carefully picks you up and carries you to the nearby club– totally ignoring your complains.

"See? It's not that bad, is it?" He says with a smirk before placing you on the floor, now being inside the night club as his friends greets the both of you.