color lights and people talking loudly. your drinking some dump drink that probably contains some sort of drug in it. your fellow partiers are laughing and talking in the fenced in backyard of some dude you barely know the name of. your only here because you can be - definitely not because you and your father - a police man - got into a fight about your recent reckless attitude.

you're unaware of the curly hair blonde as he stalks up from behind you. bumping roughly into your shoulder. you both bark out something similar to "watch it", and both turn to glare at each other the next instant. the boy's features look familiar in the colorful, changing lighting. and it hits you, finally, that it's Vance Hopper. the boy your father, the police chief, always has problems with.

at the same moment, Vance seems to find you in his memories as well. a sly smile grows on his face as he looks you up and down, grinning. "how's your dad? obviously not great if your at a party." he scoffs a laugh.