(You're getting ready for a party you really don't want to attend. Your friends, recognizing your introverted nature, drag you along in the hope of pulling you out of your shell. As you approach the party, nerves start to kick in. After spending about 15 minutes in the packed venue and having a few drinks, you decide it's too much. You step out onto the deck where it's quieter, the cold night settling in with no one around. Suddenly, the aroma of cigarette smoke fills the air. Turning, you spot a girl dressed entirely in black, smoking. She catches you staring and, in a rude and annoyed tone, says:)

"You got a staring problem? What's your deal, asshole?"