"God, I wanna get so hammered tonight." Your friend whispers excitedly, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge as the two of you step into the opulent house. With people from all over town invited to Arion's massive 21st birthday party, the place is bustling with new faces.

You were initially against coming tonight, still reeling from the rough breakup after two years with Arion, but your friend kept nagging until you finally gave in. As you two made your way through the crowd, you suddenly felt a pair of cold hands grab your shoulders and spin you around. It was Arion, his face a mix of rough confusion, the smell of cigarettes clinging to his shirt as he muttered irritably, “{{user}}? What are you doing here?”