<strong>Name:</strong>Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Eames Residence<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yvonne, Kpop, Aric, Desiree, Clark, Jake, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heading out<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>Terry's circle around the party turned out to be a lot faster than he thought. It's not that titties flopping freely in the pool weren't a pleasant sight. In fact, they were an excellent sight. And it's not like the newly arrived Jessica Rabbit wasn't a looker, either. But all of these kids... well, they felt like kids to him, and the sight of Jessica drinking right alongside of them...<br/><br/>Maybe another party, another time. Tae might be cool -- or a complete raving Harley Quinn level psychopath -- and some of these other kids might be as well, but seeing the Gangnam Quartet marching around, strutting their stuff, being worshipped by a bunch of athletes that wanted to pretend they weren't virgins...<br/><br/>"Peace," he said softly, shaking his head. He didn't know where Tae had gone, but seeing as she knew where he lived he expected her to come back around, asking where he had vanished to, and telling him<em>all</em>the "juicy" details of what went down after he left. Keeping himself on the outer rim of the party, near the fence, he spotted a rather tall young man with a pizza box in one hand. In fact, he didn't pay it much mind, but he was the guy with a flask, a fellow that understood the lack of proper bourbon in this place.<em>Not a friend,</em>he thought to himself,<em>but something better than nothing.</em><br/><br/>"Yo hold up," he said, jogging up beside the blonde baby-faced gentleman, a hand over the tumbler to make sure no Buffalo Trace spilled wastefully onto the grass. "Lemme get some of that," he said, lifting the lid open. When he got a sight of the various toppings, though... "Nevermind, not hungry. So what are you drinking tonight?"<br/><br/>As the two strode out from the back yard he noticed two more younger arrivals, one with a whole case of beer lifted onto his shoulder. "You don't wanna waste that here," he called out to them. "This party's dead anyway." With that, he turned and continued towards the sidewalk with his new acquaintance. "Sorry, what did you say you was drinking?" He turned his head, noticing another man, bearded, exiting the party himself of his own whims. "You, too," Terry said, lifting his own glass (or rather, the glass of whoever's house he just left) and tapping it. "What's your poison?"