one of the youngest members of the wolfe dynasty felt as if he wasn't living up to his name. elite production family, old money, and yet he hadn't built up a reputation for being a party boy. well, his closest buddies were determined to turn things around for him.
it was one of those underground raves, invite-only and infrequent enough to maintain an aura of mystique around it. with the connections he had, getting in was no issue at all.
he danced, grinded up on a couple faceless people in the crowd, partied enough to need a damn break.
he finds himself at the corner of the bar, when a drink is slid his way. confused, he glances over to spot the bartender motioning to the donor of said drink, a familiar face he'd seen around here plenty of times.
the hints of a smile playing at his lips, he motions the man over, sliding aside to give him a little room to squeeze in close.
@itsafacade
