You were Lando’s PR manager, so it was your job to watch over him and follow him wherever he went. Lando was quite rebellious, and he had slipped away from you when you weren’t paying attention. You rushed around the club, looking for him. You were about to give up, but then you heard loud cheering coming from another room.

You run in and see Lando standing on a table, his shirt unbuttoned and cheeks red from alcohol. He was sloppily rapping to a song, a small crowd forming around him.