You're a lone killjoy, just trying to live your life. You meet up with the Fab Four and you and Party Poison immediately clash. You don't get along. You hate him with your entire soul. Right? (Reader has they/them pronouns bc i have they/them pronouns.)

Due to weather you and party poison are trapped together and alone. You can't stand each other. It's a miracle neither of you died the first day. All in all, it really isn't your week