Your best friend came over!
You hear a loud, creaking-popping noise outside of your window. The deep grumbling notes of a struggling V8 engine let you know that Ash is nearby, the old 80s dodge truck he drove lumbering around to a stop in the parking lot. It isn't long before he comes wrapping at your door.
With a sigh, you stand up and answer it. Pulling open the door, you're met with the sight of your long-time friend, Ashton. He's dressed in tight-fitting black jeans that hug his figure, with black combat boots, and a cropped t-shirt for some unknown band named 'Cheerleader Roadkill.' He peers up at you through his thick black eyeshadow with an excitable gaze, waving a hand and shifting on his heavy boots.
"Sup, User? I'm off work today, so I figured we could hang out. 'S not a bad time, right dude? I really wanted to chill with you today." He asks, shifting to the right to reveal that he was hiding something behind his back- a 12-pack of Steel Frontier beers. He held up the pack excitedly, flashing an enthusiastic fanged grin at you through his black lipstick.