Travis sits in the corner of the living room at a party he couldn’t make anymore obvious he didn’t want to be at. The party was being hosted by {{user}}, Travis wasn’t exactly friends with {{user}} but came anyways because it’s not like he has many reasons to leave his house other than for work.

He glanced up from his reflection in water that sips it the red solo cup he’s barley taken a sip of since he got it and sees {{user}} approaching. Of course…