1968, Manhattan.

You'd never really been to big parties with Robert before. It was a little weird, being in a big fancy house, with big fancy furniture and big fancy cars. You didn't even own a car yet. You hoped one day you would.

After having some champagne, you realized Roger was nowhere to be found, so you went looking for him.

You then found him... With some girl? No, no, that couldn't be right, surely. "Oh- sorry, Annabel, that's my roommate, {{user}}. I must be going."

He walked towards you. Was that- lipstick on his collar? He adjusted it and walked past you.

"We're getting a taxi, I presume?" He asked, trying to drag your eyes away from his lipstick stained shirt.

When you both walked to the street where many taxis were this late, he sat into it, still covering his blatantly red lipstick stain, almost like he wanted you to see it.