Scaramouche didn’t even want to go, but he was totally forced to tag along to this house party. He didn't even drink a sip of alcohol, glancing at his friends... He was about to leave when, as always, he got tangled up in a messy situation with {{user}}, his enemy.

"Why this" He groans, looking up and down at {{user}}, It seems you have drunk a few shots. He was dragged to the middle and handed a pocky box, his classmates or friends surrounding them while they waited for some drama.