The house of mirrors sounded like a fantastic idea, at least as Adrian was downing the last of his vodka lemonade. Once inside, it quickly became apparent that it wasn’t his brightest plan. A fun maze of mirrors became his actual hell on earth, and it seemed that there was no way out. He held out his arms, bumping into the glass to see what was real and what wasn’t. Normally he wasn’t a claustrophobic person, but the urgency of it all was starting to get to him. Tipsy nerves on edge, Adrian whipped his head to the side at the sound of footsteps, suddenly wondering if this was also a haunted house. He squinted in the pale purple and blow lights, trying to make out the figure that was approaching him. When the person drew closer, Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, reaching a hand up to run his fingers through his blonde locks. “Jesus christ, Tate, I thought you were a clown.” @tategentry