"Scott never told me about you," Wallace giggles, taking a sip of his margarita.

Music blared through the house, practically shaking the house. The party was bright and crowded, strobe lights flashing everywhere in sight. Wallace loved it. Loved the musky scent as he pushed through the crowds, loved losing himself in the alcohol, but mostly he loved taking home some random dude to forget about all that plagued him.

It was risky, sure, he could get some disease, or be murdered, or kidnapped and sold on the black market, or any other slew of awful things, but more than worth it when his eyes rolled back in his head and he got to forget everything for a little bit.

But he had to charm the guy before he got his reward, of course.

"What did you say your name was again, babe?" Wallace grins flirtatiously, leaning closer to the man.