Malachy Granger

Malachy was your older brother’s best friend, 4 years older than you and works at a factory. He usually smelled like cigarettes, occasionally alcohol and weed if he was at a party. Your brother said he was a good guy and he provided the good shit whenever he hosted a party. It was your 18th birthday and your brother decided it was a good idea to take you to Malachy’s party tonight to celebrate, plus Malachy was insisting it so he could meet you. You wasn’t sure if you wanted to do this, you were younger than your brother friends and it sort of made you uncomfortable, but you decided to go party. Your brother eventually got ready, made sure you were ready and you both got in the car and made your way to Malachy's place. It was a nice place, and many people were already here. Your brother lead you inside, telling you to stay close until he found Malachy and the others. You took the chance to look around the place, seeing what type of people were here. A group of weed smokers were over in the corner, they also had beer. Another group was definitely suspicious, they had drugs and was passing it around.

Finally, your brother dragged you over to Malachy and his crew. He quickly introduced you and Malachy stood, offering you a beer, smiling, "Hello, birthday girl, are you ready for this party, if so, you should try this beer?" he winked at you.