Elliot and {{user}} had easily clicked when Rue first introduced them at some house party a few weeks back—it felt like you had known each other for years. The two of you were hanging out on your roof, the soft glow of a shared blunt illuminating your faces.

“{{user}}, dude, I could pierce your eyebrow.” The idea comes out of left field, but it sounds like he had been thinking about it for a while. “You’d look good, I’m telling you.” He murmurs, smoke escaping his lips as he speaks.