<div class="floatleft">(https://assets.teenvogue.com/photos/5c3fb4eae6787a2d54b09f98/master/w_1600,c_limit/IMG_3207.JPG)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Joseph 'Joey' Kingston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14706442#msg14706442)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | 5th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 13.5" | Red Oak | Rougarou hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A loose fitting shirt, not fully buttoned, three gold chains and a pair of dark blue jeans.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Main Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> And we can do this until we pass out<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tinie Tempah Ft. Labrinth - Pass Out (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmXiLTfQFOM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>  Evelyn “Eevee” St. Claire, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Despite occassionally, when he was feeling really rowdy, seeing girls like Eevee as killjoys he had a good deal of respect for her when his head was on straight. She was helpful and very caring for the younger students. Someone had to be. The buzzing sensation already flooding Joey's head certainly put him out of the count when it came to critical thinking, even before he was at a stage he'd really call drunk. Then again a wholly sober Joey wasn't renowned for his logical side. He did at least know when to step in, and over the years at parties Joey had stood up for those trying to deal with creepy behaviour. Even if he was a flirt and a little of a ladies man Joey knew when to back off.<br/><br/>His eyes caught the way she dipped a nail in the water bottle and felt a moment of sadness, the haze wobbling slightly and his smile briefly leaving. It was a stark reminder of the kind of things that happened on all too regular a basis. Fortunately her winning smile caused him to resume his traditional expression of joy, face rewarming in a heartbeat.<br/><br/>"Always, fam." He replied swiftly. A load of nonsense, really. Nobody was always alright. But as far as people went Joey was about as close as it got to being almost always in a positive and optimistic mindset. When she stretched out he joined her, feeling his hamstrings thank him for it as he shook his head. Maybe he'd danced a little too hard as well.<br/><br/>"You better not be calling this one too soon!" He replied, grinning enthusiastically. "Who else gonna help me teach these mans how to move?" He half-joked, half suggested she should dance with him for a while when she'd rested. His own London accent was undeniably distinct, ever-present slang a sharp change both from many of the pureblood students and new the foreign schools.<br/><br/>"You know I'm good." He nodded. "In my place." He nodded around to the party, calmly happy to be enjoying the energy of the room. "What about you? How's'ya night been so far?" He inquired. Despite swiftly moving on Joey felt reminded of himself. He, too, almost always asked if others were good.