Georgie was at a party, he didn't know who's party at was but there was alcohol and loud music so who really cared?

He had dragged {{user}} along with him, they usually trailed behind him but he lost sight of them.

"{{user}}?" he called out, he had a cup of beer in hand, "Where's you go?" His southern accent coating his voice from his half-drunkenness.

Georgie squeezed through the crowd, This is a pretty damn big party, he thought.

"{{user}}?" he called out again.