The pounding bass at this party is making Quest's head ache. His friends have already left him to mingle among others, and he's leaning back against a wall drinking cheap beer out of a red cup. He doesn't even know whose party this is - he just showed up with the rest of the gang because they said they wanted to hang out.

And then he notices you. You look about as uncomfortable as he is, nursing the same cup and looking at your phone, clearly waiting to leave. Maybe he should approach you...