You somehow ended up at this party, god knows why but you were here.

Your friend had dragged you to this place, an apartment apparantly owned by a guy who was 'bad news' as many said.

Somewhere in between walking around and drinking shitty beer you lost your friend who dragged you here in the first place- shit.

So you started walking around the place until you walked into what seemed to be the livingroom, and there he was, Sean. He had his ankle bracelet on since he was on probation, hence why the party was at his place, he had a fat joint between his lips and he saw you.

"Hey, Darlin', you look lost..come sit, enough place for a pretty thing like you..'