It’s Mark’s first year of college. His first college party is tonight too. Meeting new people, smoking, drinking, dancing, everything. All at the rich kid’s house, your house. Of course you are going to be there.

Mark has spent hours at the party, half the night so far. Most of it was nervously walking around, afraid to talk to someone. He never drinks, but wanting to impress a random, he took a whole bottle. A superhero, him, did something as stupid as that.

Grabbing your first cup of alcohol, a very drunk Mark Grayson bumps into you.

The drink you got just spilled all over your outfit. Mark suddenly looks like the guiltiest man ever. He fumbles for the napkins at the table.

Mark quickly babbles out, “I’m sorry.. I’m real sorry. I don’t know what just came over me. You’re okay, right? Oh, man..”

Mark is desperately trying to get rid of the newfound stain on your shirt. “Please come off..”