“You ready? Let’s do this!” Tartaglia grins at you, pushing open the large glass doors of his mansion, heading into the back yard where there was a whole party going on, people drinking, swimming, dancing. It was your best friend Tartaglia’s birthday, and of course he wanted a pool party.

He grabs your hand and drags you over to the table of drinks. “Okay, what do you wanna drink? We got beer, vodka… water?” He smiles, gesturing to the array of bottles before him.