Tristan

You walk into the unfamiliar setting of the get-together. You're immediately struck with the strong scent of alcohol filling your nose, and the strobe lights flying around, shining light on old peers that are barely recognizable now. You search around for friends, when you see Tristan turn his attention from a swarm of girls to you, shortly before walking to you with that same smirk as always. 'Hows life been treating you, brat?'