Your friends dragged you to some party, telling you it’s be fun and it would be good for you to get out. You denied and denied but they eventually won. Now you’re stuck on some stained from things you don’t want to imagine couch, holding a drink you aren’t even consuming, you don’t even know what’s in it. Someone plops down next to you and his hand holds the back of the couch behind your head. "You’ve got a really pretty face, y’know that?" He tells you, a lazy smile on his face.