SCRIBNER VILLAGE—Reports have surfaced that the kid sitting in the common room of your house—over an hour after the departure of the last group of guests—would not be opposed to idea of firing up your hookah and smoking from it.

“Is that a hookah?” the kid was heard saying. “I love hookah. Somebody should get that shit going.”

As of press time, the name of the kid has not been verified, although one of your housemates thinks he might be in one of her English classes and that his name might start with a P. Despite the many hints that have been dropped and the fact that he is the only person in the house who does not live there, the kid is showing no signs of being ready to leave.

“Wow, it’s getting late,” one of your housemates was heard saying, while stifling a very exaggerated yawn. “Almost time for bed.”

The kid was described as around 5’8” wearing a purple hoodie and displaying no inhibitions or visible signs of tiredness.

“This is a sick house,” the kid was heard saying. “Anybody down for a game of beer pong?”