<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Trent/3577005b-45f1-44e5-9000-10f38c10ea2b_zps1e37ead9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Trent Wilde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Party<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maggie, Isis, Emmie, Eiryn, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Talk talk talk<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>N7 Armor, minus helmet (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/5c/a3/18/5ca318d21885d2f5c97ee3ffa3b77043.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Emmie's words had made Trent chuckle. "Right!" he had said. "The bunny's still nice. Besides, black cats are unlucky, right? And you don't want to curse anyone, do you?" He had smiled. "You're doing real good work."<br/><br/>Mrs. Holloway did make the best chili. Trent could remember the first time he had it, shortly after he moved in. He had been in love with it ever since. And it was perfect for a night like tonight. He had been about to take his first bite when Isis spoke to him. He smiled when she said what system she had Mass Effect for, and when she mentioned weight gain, he glanced down at his stomach. He chuckled. "That sounds great to me. I couldn't turn down anything you baked. I have it for the 360, too--and the PC." He smiled a bit sheepishly. "I started on the 360, but I wanted to move to the PC, but I didn't want to lose my first Shepard, so...yeah."<br/><br/>Miss H chimed in. Trent laughed. He was about to respond after Isis, but just as he opened his mouth, the meaning behind Isis' words registered with his brain, so he changed his mind. He hadn't wanted to intrude or anything. He turned his head, his gaze finding its way back to his bowl, but it still wasn't time for him to eat yet: someone else spoke to him. He looked up, chuckling. "Thanks! I try my best." Trent glanced at what Eiryn was wearing. "I like your cloak."<br/><br/>Conversation drifted to other topics between the partygoers. Having the opportunity to, Trent shoveled down the chili, originally not meaning to be so...quick about it, but as soon as the first spoonful spilled over his tastebuds, he realized how empty his stomach truly was. He couldn't help himself. It had a kick, but it was so good. Although, he quickly realized that he had forgotten a drink. He left the table in search of one, originally going for water, but he decided on beer instead, inwardly promising he wouldn't get too carried away, like he had other times before, but this time he meant it. Of course, things often went...bad when he got a little too drunk. He didn't want that happening tonight. When he returned to his seat, Trent finished off the last two mouthfuls. The little he had was hardly enough, but he wouldn't get any more. It wouldn't have been right.<br/><br/>Trent looked around. Everyone was off in their own little groups right now. Deciding he didn't want to interfere, at least not right now, he gulped down some of his beer and distracted himself with his phone, wanting to see if any of his other friends texted him.