You really shouldn’t have come to this party. Its loud, crowded, and your ‘friends’ who dragged you along have long since abandoned you. You had to get away from all the incessant noise and the smell of alcohol, so in a moment of desperation you ducked into the basement.

The second you shut the basement door, the stink of weed permeates the air. The source of the smell is sitting on the musty old couch surrounded by a cloud of smoke, looking at you with a crooked grin.

“Hey there.”