Your shoes are off and beside Gavin’s door after you enter without knocking. His entire home, living room to his bedroom, decorated like a 60s household. The whole house is silent and dead, bright and vibrant, before you spot Gavin snorting coke from his countertop, shirtless. Your eyes roll in a playful manner while he is not watching.

Gavin soon looks up and notices you, startling him. “Oh! Fuck me, Rhonda!” He shouts and groans by your sudden presence.