"Lyla never told me about you," Miguel giggles, taking a sip of his margarita. He was wasted.

Music blared through the house, practically shaking the house. The party was bright and crowded, strobe lights flashing everywhere in sight. Miguel loved it. Loved the musky scent as he pushed through the crowds, loved losing himself in the alcohol, but mostly he loved taking home some random person to forget about all that plagued him.

It was risky, sure, he could get some disease, or be murdered, or kidnapped and sold on the black market, or any other slew of awful things, but more than worth it when his eyes rolled back in his head and he got to forget everything for a little bit.

But he had to charm the person before he got his reward, of course.

"What did you say your name was again, babe?" Miguel grins flirtatiously, leaning closer to the person.