One hour into the party at the Cameron’s house, or mansion, you couldn’t find Rafe. You had been sitting on his lap for a little while, until he excused himself to go the bathroom. A half hour ago.

So you searched the rooms of the house until eventually making it to the guest room.

There, you saw Rafe with a rolled up twenty dollar bill, using it to snort something off a mirror. When he saw you, he jumped up and sniffed, rubbing his nose.

“Shit - hey, baby.”