Jason grunted as he leaped backwards, dodging a stab as he brought his blade around, using his own to flick his opponent's blade out of the way, then spear his own towards the fighter's chest, and a cry of surprised burst from their lips as Jason stepped back, noticing on the score board, he had annihilated the opponent. "Good game." He said casually, shaking hands with the larger man, then walking off to get a shower and get changed, noticing it quite late at night. As he walked out the private club, he picked up his phone and sent a text to Alex. "Yo, wanna come to my place tonight? Parents out for week and left beer and shit." Before locking his phone and jumping into his Audi RS5, suddenly revving the torquey V8 engine and going off down the road, taking it easy as it gave Alex plenty of time to text him, and for him to change plans.<br/><br/>On first glance, people wouldn't think Jason really belonged with the goths, but when you really looked, you could see he wasn't more at home with them. His own personal views were that the more popular groups in the world were either total dicks, or just complete and utter freaks, but he found his group of friends to be just fine, and honestly, perfect. Not to mention they had a rather few stunners, and that was going for both sexes. He knew just about every one drunk alcohol, and he knew it would be much more fun with the large amounts of beer, gin, vodka and whiskey that his parents had in the cellar. It would go without saying that Jason's family was rich, as for his 16th birthday, they had bought him a car worth over £50,000, and insurance on it to boot. Then there was the house, which was six bedroomed, five bathroomed, three living roomed, two kitchened, three dinning roomed, one swimming pooled monster of a house, which was rather fun to party in, as shown a few times before.