Stay Evil Party || Scotta & Harry
Harry didn’t enjoy parties that didn’t solely included his mates from his crew. Unconfortable wasn’t exactly the feeling he felt, but he felt slightly off celebrating with people he didn’t know, specially in a place like the Island, where every person you didn’t know were a bigger threat that those you knew: They represented the unknown, just as the party he was now avoiding. He could see the fireworks from the distance of the shore, the part of the beach he was at the moment mostly quiet.
That’s why when he heard footsteps behind him, he was quick to turn around, take his sword from his waist and raise it to the person behind him. His expression softened into a smirk when he realized who was that person. “You are a little far from the party, if you ask me.” He told Scotta as he lowered his sword.