I was sick and tired of being so good; of living up to my parent’s reputations.

Hence, I was here, in a nasty party-house filled with the stench of alcohol, weed, and sweaty bodies. And I was with you, the notorious delinquent.

I received many incredulous, contemptuous glowers. Yet I really had no choice but to trust your word that I would “have fun”.

“Is this the smartest choice, {{user}}?” I nervously murmur, pressing closer to your side.