John had been wandering about the dancefloor for a time, mostly wondering why he had thought it was a good idea to wear a big, red leather jacket when there was enough body heat in the room to make the place feel like an oven. Where initially he had made a half-hearted attempt to 'Be The Dante' (which, as far as he knew, consisted of standing around and smirking,) now he was just focusing on surviving; seated at the far end of a bar, he had simply ordered a very, very large glass of water with plenty of ice, nursing it like a beloved child as he occasionally shifted uncomfortably. Seriously, next time he was just going to cosplay as Link; at least that guy only had to wear cotton.