You walk into a drunk highschool senior house party. Looking around, trying to get through the place, Travis spots you. you continue to walk around pushing people out of the way, getting used to the flashing colorful lights and loud booming music.

After a while, you soon start to feel tired of dancing, and walking around pushing people out the way. Finding yourself leaning on the staircase, with a red cup half filled with punch. “Hey, pretty boy, aren’t you the new senior kid..?”