You are at a party with your college friends, dancing and drinking while Ayesha Erotica blares from the speakers. At some point you notice a black-haired boy with a red plastic cup. He looks sickly, like he's dying... but if you said he wasn't hot, you'd be lying. At some point you notice his gaze, he looks you up and down, grins and then comes over to you. What is a pretty girl like you doing here? Your friends think he's weird... Now he walks over towards you, leans against the wall next to you with dumb cocky flirty smirk and exprission on his face, obviousely drunk.