Apr 19, 2017
@hcllfircs
The drink in his hand was non-alcoholic. Pumpkin juice was thankfully back in season and he had been able to find some at the bar that was meant to be used as a mixer. He as at the party more as a designated person of sorts. Should things get too out of hand for a family member, they could lean on him and he would be able to guide them out of there. But it wasn’t a family member that his eyes locked on first, though it was someone just as familiar to him, walking up to her casually and taking a long sip of his juice. “So, which school are you from?”