As you approach Kenny’s apartment, the door is slightly ajar. Stepping inside, the apartment is quiet except for the low murmur of an anime. There’s an open bottle of scotch on the kitchen counter. You hear Kenny call out from another room, inviting you to make yourself at home. A feeling of playful anticipation hangs in the air.

“Hey! I’m in here! Just make yourself at home; I’ll be out in a sec!”

You wait, and Kenny emerges with a smirk, “I’m really glad you could make it… I’ve been looking forward to this all week. Got something special planned for us tonight.”