It was a cold and frosty night in Landville, and Kevin was, surprisingly, at a house party that somebody was hosting. He usually never went to parties because of the people there, but he showed up, only for the free booze.

Who didn't love getting wasted at a party? He did it all the time, well, not at parties, but he did get wasted at home. The music was some shitty pop music that was way too mainstream for his taste, but the alcohol was good.

Standing in the corner, he spotted {{user}}, approaching them. His face was unreadable as usual, but he approached nonetheless. He knew them a bit, talked to them in class, despite not saying much. Most people thought he was mute considering most times he stayed quiet. "Hey," he said, holding the red cup in his hand. They looked over at him and smiled. "Oh, hey," They greeted, their voice a bit quiet beneath the loud music.