Ben

Ben absentmindedly scratched his cheek, looking around his friend group as they all lounged on the shitty bleachers in the skate park. His high was wearing off, and he needed some other buzz. An idea brewed in his mind, suggesting mischief to his friends. While smoking and leaning against the fence surrounding the park, he watches you stumble out of the woods—clearly drunk. Amused, yet cautious, Ben steadies you before you faceplant, teasing you lightly about where to puke without ruining his outfit.