In counter to the two rather nice cars that parked in front of his house, Mark's truck was pretty different. It was nice, raised, shiny black, nice rims, well preserved. As he parked in front of the house he cursed a bit, having wanted to be the first person there, but accepting his fate. The truck's roar was silenced and he hopped out, clapping his hands as he admired the very nice house he was headed too. His black button up shirt and well pressed jeans went very well with his jet black hair.<br/><br/>His eyes went over the cars he passed, hoping he wasn't too late to the party. He took one last second to sort himself out as he got to the door. He wasn't exactly nervous, this wasn't his first rodeo, but from what Daelen had told him, this girl would be a knockout.<br/><br/>He sprayed in a nice bit of mint to make sure his breath was nice and fresh before knocking on the door. He could hear music coming from inside but didn't hear anything that would be a party having started, so he guessed he wasn't too late.<br/><br/>Mark's arms stretched into the air as he waited for the door, glad that he would be spending his time doing something like this.