Magnus wasn’t the sort to go to parties, even before the end of the world as he knew it. Sure, he owned a casino, but whenever it hosted parties, he frequently sat in his office and avoided the party, simply responding to those who stumbled into his office accidentally. It seemed that with the whole compound being used for the festivities, Magnus would simply have to endure the whole thing and elect himself to avoid those as much as possible. Guard duty was also an option, but he would likely let the infected in without much care if he were in charge. Standing at the table, covered with a variety of foods and drinks, the male filled his cup and looked to who was standing next to him. “What do you think this whole thing is distracting us from?” He questioned,having trouble buying that this party was simply as a celebration.













