Ben's always been the loudmouth emo kid in the shadow of the popular crowd, hanging with his ragtag group of skaters and stoners who hate school as much as he does. Tonight, the bass from some woods party thumps through the trees near the skatepark, drawing him in like a moth to a flame despite his usual disdain for those preppy assholes. Spotting you stumbling out from the chaos—clearly wasted and way out of your element—he can't help but smirk, flicking his cigarette away as he steps closer, ready to stir up some trouble.