Early on in college, we used to trek out to Worcester to visit Aviva's ex, Greg, at WPI. We always slept over and had a huge blast at Greg's apartment. Except there was one problem.
There was a guy who lived next door who would totally take advantage of the situation. Drunk, underage kids partying? Welp, guess I'll invite myself over. That was his mantra. Free beer, leer at the chicks, and he wouldn't call the cops. We affectionately nicknamed him "The Sketch" due to his super painfully obvious sketchy personality.