<div class="floatleft">(https://socialitelife.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/xserrano9_1517085662.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Daniel Delgado (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674292#msg14674292)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Sixth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 inch | Rowan | Dragon Heartstring <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Xavier-Serrano-Icon-Fashion-Editorial-001.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley penthouse <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Toasty~<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Skrillex - Reptile (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpS7nCweYZI)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eevee | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Daniel looked up enough to smile at Eevee when she was introduced to him by Lydia. He didn’t bother waving at anyone else since Jamel had peaced out with an offer to smoke - which Daniel didn’t do - and the other guy swept Lydia off of her feet. The shift from slouching back and sitting upright had caused his head to throb a bit harder than he was used to. He was told he’d be in good hands with Eevee, or at least that was what he thought he heard, but the more Lydia spoke, the harder her accent was to decipher. Then again, maybe it was his own fault for being so out of it.<br/><br/>The blonde American seemed familiar with his current and rather sorry state. She commented about his head spinning, which made Daniel smirk. He managed to pick his head up enough to look at her with that same smirk. “Well, the room is what’s spinning. My head is just pounding.” He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to minimize the effects of that pounding head of his, but by the time he mentioned it, it seemed too late to try and fix his words. Besides, by that point, Eevee had already moved on and started to talk about how he wasn’t alone. Apparently, at these parties, many people got shitfaced. “So you’re used to this, are you?” He questioned, perking a brow.<br/><br/>Eevee pulled a vial out from her clutch and just the look of it was enough to make Daniel’s nose wrinkle. “Is that mud?” No. Evidently, it was poison. Oh, lucky day! Daniel chuckled, unsure if she was joking at first. When she referred to it as potion afterward, Daniel breathed a sigh of relief, though he couldn’t be sure why. Potion could be just as troublesome as poison, after all. He blinked a bit slowly, trying to focus more intensely on the vial she held. “Magic juice sounds like just what I need.” The ingredients she mentioned sounded like a foreign language to him, but part of that was probably just because Daniel was too far gone to pay close enough attention.<br/><br/>“Let’s see how this goes first,” he suggested, pointing to the vial after she offered to help him stumble over to someplace where he could sleep it off. “I’d never tell such a pretty girl to bugger off,” he admitted, honestly. Alcohol always - whether fortunately or unfortunately - made Daniel an open book. It was his personal truth serum. And if he forgot what he said when he was drunk, he’d only show embarrassment over it when he was finally sober again. The redness in his cheeks when he looked back at Eevee then was simply from being intoxicated and overheated. He held out his hand and waited for her to slip him the vial, then popped it off and gulped it down. “Ahh,” he shivered. “How soon until this works, then?”