After manning the entrance to the party for a while, Noah was getting antsy so he left it to the students who were sprawled out on the furniture in the room. He pushed through the crowd to get to the bar, where he helped himself to a bottle of firewhiskey off one of the shelves. With that in hand, he started to dig through the pockets of his jeans, pulling out a small pill which was immediately gulped down with help from the whiskey, which he left in his right hand as he roamed.
From there, he swept through the various rooms of the party until he saw the one he was looking for. A DJ he’d hired for the night was thumping songs with heavy bass and Noah was more than ready to feel himself open up to the sensations of the molly along with the music. The room wasn’t packed but there were a few people around. The lights were low and Noah looked for a seat to chill in until he got in the mood to dance. He sat down next to whoever was in the next seat and spoke, “Having a good time? I hear the guy who is hosting this is a total asshole.”