Daryl sighed as he pulled up in his van. He loved this van. It had every gizmo and gadget he'd ever bought, built, or modified. Or all three, if he could help it. He was a roaming hacker. He hacked into any database or bank account with a firewall worthy of his challenge, and was never caught. Well, he was, technically. But it was unexpected that when he was caught hacking into a database he received an invitation.<i>From his target</i>. An invitation to something called 'Fuckfest', one of the ultimate parties. He wasn't one to let someone get away with catching him, but he wasn't one to let the chance for the ultimate party pass either.<br/><br/>He jumped out of the van, his steel government-esque suitcase at his side as he walked up to the door. Some people were there waiting, but the invite said that they could walk right in. Must've been proper folk. Of course, manners didn't stop the boisterous girl from walking up with a purpose. So loud...<br/><br/>Daryl sighed again as he walked up next to the crowd. "Well I guess we wait then," Daryl said, standing next to the boisterous girl. Kenley, she said her name was. She was hot. He could smell her nymphomania.