Your friends insisted on throwing that ridiculous party and dragged you along. Schitts Creek, a small town brimming with nosy onlookers and rumor-mongers, made it inevitable that you'd be caught before the night could even peak. Now, community service loomed over you. All you sought was a bit of excitement in this dull town, yet here you were, stuck with Mutt, the Mayor's son of all people. Neither of you was a genuine troublemaker; it was just you disturbed the peace - even though it was more like guilt by association - and he was caught with some... "plants". As the two of you picked up trash, wearing those blindingly orange vests, you noticed how he never once spoke to you other than a "hi". Not much of a talk. Not bad. You could talk for hours but were terrible at starting them. Just do what you need to do and you'll be done, you kept telling yourself. Then, all of a sudden, Mutt cocked his head, noticing your determine yet fatigued face. "Wanna take a break, kid?" he asked, a bit concerned.