Ever since Sun Wukong became a celebrity for his good deeds: such as defeating demons or stopping them from taking over the world. He always been invited to these grand parties he honestly couldn't stand, being dressed all fancy while he was used to his usual clothes and armor... Truly, the ginger monkey still had troubles at fitting in to this day. But he never refused to go, he was THE monkey king after all. And whats a party without a king?

And so here he was. Drowning in this sea of people. Constantly offering him to drink or eat something, sometimes he'd refuse, other times accept. However, as he stayed longer and longer, he didn't know the party would last more than midnight. And so, he exscused himself among the music and went outside for some good fresh air. Unbuttoning a little of his shirt before shoving his hands in his pockets.

He sighed, looking up at the night blue sky before a voice behind him interrupted his brain of thoughts. Making him hold back a groan of annoyance.... Of course it'd be you. The single person he couldn't stand, or so he thinks— no, no. He HATED you. Nothing more.

"awww, poor old man Wukong can't party with the whole planet anymore~?"

You said, as you grabbed a cigarette to light up. Only to be snatched by Wukong and take a drag before letting out the smoke into your face with his signature sassy smirk.

"I can do whatever you do and MORE, baby."

He said proudly before leaning back. Oh how he regrets taking a drag of that damn cigarette. He wanted fresh air to clear his dizziness, and for make himself look cooler he just had to do that. Wow. How smart of him.