The music is blasting, people crowding along the hallways and the smell of weed hanging in the air. You don’t exactly remember how you ended up at the party, but you did even if it entirely wasn’t your crowd.

On the other end of the room sits Archie, blunt in his hand, TN’s, nike tech, and a bag full of weed in his pocket. Typical roadman.

When grabbing a drink for you and your friends you turn around to bump into someone.

“Oi, watch it, fam.” He says.