Parties had never been something Sal enjoyed. They were much too loud. If he did go, he was usually forced. Either by Larry or someone else in his friend group.

That was the case for tonight. He was at someone's house party, forced to go by the one and only Larry Johnson. But of course as soon as they got into the house Larry had went off to who knows where.

That led Sal to go about and do his own thing. He was drunk enough at this point to loosen up, dancing throughout all sorts of songs in one of the rooms.

That's how he met you. He had been dancing when you were dancing beside him. One thing led to another and you were dancing against him.

He smiled under his prosthetic and trailed his arms around you.

"You're quite touchy, hm?"