Standing on the top of an already visibly suffering coffee table, Mateo’s head poked above the crowd as he scanned through the party for someone he knew. He hadn’t even made eye contact with the sorority girl that was calling to him from the other side of the room, only noticing her after she’d made a bee line towards him and moments before she tried to climb on top of the table to join him. “Woah, woah -,” he started, feeling the table tremble underneath the added weight. However, he never got to finish his sentence, cut off when the solid table beneath his feet let out a loud crack and split in the center. Letting out a yelp as he tumbled to the ground gracelessly, Mateo automatically reached forward to grab something to keep him on his feet, however he just managed to awkwardly slap someone’s arm, his drink splashing all over them and himself. Groaning from his spot on the ground as he wiped at his now wet face, Mateo let out a feeble cough after catching his breath from being so winded, blinking up at the person he’d all but assaulted, “God. Man down. What the fuck was that? Did you see that? Someone wants me dead.”