<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> Lydia | Jamel | Eevee | Joey | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Daniel’s face was already hot and flushed from the alcohol that had already went straight to his head, and he was sure that more than one bead of sweat formed above his brow. Then again, alcohol did make him feel hot, which landed him in trouble more than one time. Just like that time he stripped naked because his clothing made him too unbearably hot. It was at a party where only a few people knew him, thankfully. Not that he remembered the very next day.<br/><br/>The beautiful and nameless girl in front of him smirked at his retort about being drunk. Apparently, it was obvious. Her accent was revealed the more she spoke, but Daniel had a hard time processing much of anything. She shared her name and he managed a smirk. “Daniel Delgado.” He said his own name, glad it was a name that wasn’t easy to slur.<br/><br/>Jamel’s voice floated into his head, asking him if he was okay. Daniel’s head tilted to the side. He felt like he was swimming and like he was underwater. Jamel sounded a little closer a moment later when he inquired if Daniel might vomit. In a big delay, he went to open his mouth to reply, but a hand lightly swatted at his cheek.<br/><br/>Daniel’s face winced and screwed up as he blinked his bleary eyes open again and struggled to focus on who was leaning down in front of him. Lydia smacked Jamel’s hand away and told him to ‘feck off,’ which sounded close enough to ‘fuck off,’ but he couldn’t be sure. Then again, he wasn’t in the best frame of mind to be making such determinations.<br/><br/>He stood up straight again and regarded Lydia beside him, extending his hope that Daniel was not her date to the party. He noticed Lydia approaching again, only realizing then how low he was slouched in the couch. She bent down to try and sit him upright. But before he could gather his bearings and do much, two more people approached.<br/><br/>One guy came around and pulled Lydia away, shortly after another gorgeous blonde appeared, hip-bumping Lydia. She was asking who her friend was and by this point, Daniel needed someone to draw out a chart in order for him to try and keep track of everything and everyone going on around him.<br/><br/>Daniel managed to sit himself up, though he wasn’t really sure if he did that with help, or not. The blonde girl with the American accent asked Jamel if he knew what Daniel had been drinking. “I had some shots and I chased them with some beers.” He shrugged his shoulders, not specifying anything further. He was a little wobbly while seated upright, but managed to slump forward a bit, enough to rest elbows on his thighs.