This guy is the worst. After he's charged into you backwards and spilled your drink, he proceeds to invade your personal space with a hug you didn't want and forty apologies when the first one was enough. He claims he's lost his friends, but you're not convinced they exist. He says you met him last night, but you only arrived there that afternoon. Inexplicably he latches onto your group for a while, mainly because you don't want to leave him on his own in case he decides to sleep it off in the snow. Then he touches one of your female friends inappropriately, but you have to let it slide because of the state he's in. The real trouble comes when he tells you about his night: of course he's fallen out with his mates over some person that you don't know (he forgets to explain that part), and he doesn't usually drink this much, but this is a special occasion because it's Dan's birthday. You don't know who Dan is. Dan's probably not real.
