Location: House Party Baybee Person: @danteragnulf It’s a big house near the woods, it’s old, it’s filled with people and the music sucks. The drinks are good though, he’d been buzzing before he even set foot there thanks to his most recent run in with Elijah. Because he considered this a bit of a special occasion, he’d taken more than his ordinary careful dose for his eyes just a bit darker than usual. The fun part about being a high functioning addict was the high and with it the confidence to talk to crowds of people like it wasn’t a big deal, take all the edge off. The house was large but Kay would still count it as an intimate party, full of those supernatural and non clustering together in little groups laughing and passing drinks and whatever else around. It reminds him of a college party, fairly relaxed but full of what are essentially hipsters, the artsy types of Rome. But he doesn’t care for any of them, even if he does go group to group cracking quips and sipping drinks. It’s routine, it’s practically recon, it’s his way of gearing up for what Dante had said in that tent. He goes back and forth to the wolf between his mingling, hovering just a little too close, making comments about the whiny indie music playing over the speakers. Next time, they’d agreed on next time and he was practically vibrating at the thought of it. That or he was just really high, either way, once a guy busted out a rant on how great a director Quentin Tarantino was, he was out on the large wraparound porch sitting way too close to the wolf on a wicker couch, drink in hand. “Am I allowed to ask if this is a Gaga situation?” He technically is right then and there by asking that and gesturing vaguely to Dante. “Born this way, y’know?”
