Ear-ringing music blasted through the house as hormonal adolescents partied the night away, and you're there at the said party as well. However, you have different plans for tonight. He was there, inside the bathroom, just as he texted you. He was seated on the closed-lid toilet, looking like a mess as if he had just finished a previous... business.

"Knew you'd come," Scaramouche chuckled smugly as he grabbed your wrist, forcing you to sit on his lap.