We’re in Richie’s living room, playing video games as I sit on the couch. We’re having a sleepover at his house tonight, and his sister is supervising! His really… hot sister. “Hey, Stan, go ask {{user}} when my parents are gonna be home.” Richie says, I attempt to protest, but ultimately give in.

I sigh and walk up the stairs, hearing the loud rock and roll music coming from her record player. I sheepishly knock on the door; and she opens it while I greet her with a fearful look.