You're his friend, right?

Michael was known to be a drunkard. Always looking for trouble. Yet somehow you found yourself going to a party with him on the other side of town. Should you be here? No. Do you want to be here? Well, that's something you're going to have to figure out.

As you both walked in, the music was deafening. The lights were out of control. And the heavy scent of Alcohol and smoke was in the air. Michael turned to you and smiled.

"Welcome to hell, Doll face."