Rodrick Heffley

You were invited to a party, and having no prior plans, you decided to go. The name of the guy is vaguely familiar, you remember him as the drummer to some band. You sigh and lean against a counter, taking a sip of your drink and mulling over whether or not you should leave. Just as you’re about to set the cup down, a boy wearing some smudged eyeliner slides up, leaning against the counter with his head in one hand. IGNORE VOICE