Memphis & Storm | 11pm
A party practically had Memphis' name written all over it. He was friends with Kanye thanks to their mutual fame, though the prince was far more popular than even O.O.F.T.G. Regardless, he was not going to pass up an opportunity to have fun and drink, which is exactly why Memphis wasn't late for once in his life. He made it to the beach in seemingly record time, though he already had a girl on each arm as he strolled up like he owned the place. Soon enough, shots were being downed, drinks were being poured, and Memphis was being dared to do a lot of stupid shit.
After completing his most recent dare, he had only a few people left to surprise. The last had involved the bonfire, and the halfbreed didn't want to tempt fate anymore by trying to hold the show until someone returned. Memphis was studying a burn on his hand curiously, the light of the fire barely illuminating it enough for his alcohol-blurred eyes to see. Taking a swig of his beer, he continued to turn his hand over slowly, not noticing at first when someone sat down beside him...