<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> Dior| Angela | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>In his inebriated state, Daniel couldn’t really determine what was proper etiquette for a house party, and what was not. At Beauxbatons, the students were taught etiquette like soldiers were taught drills. He at least knew how to maintain appearances back at his home school. Now that he was someplace new and surrounded by tons of people he didn’t know, Daniel went into party mode. It was already obvious, considering the scent of alcohol rolling off of his breath.<br/><br/>Besides that, he was also disheveled. He looked a bit sweaty and yet pale at the same time. This was not the best first impression he could have made. Not by a longshot. But, it was too late for that now. At the very least, he managed to find some sense of manners and found the hostess of the party, to compliment her on the shindig she threw. When she turned to face him again, her smile was stretched like a Cheshire cat.<br/><br/>She thanked him in a voice that was one part purr and one part hiss. It intrigued him, but then again, he was drunk. Maybe his perceptions were off. Or maybe Dior Darley really was somewhere in between a cuddly kitten and a slithering snake. Daniel grinned down at her, his lopsided smile growing a little wider when she inquired about his accent. “I’m from Spain originally. But I grew up in France.” He realized he didn’t actually answer her question, and his speech was noticeably more slurred. “I’m from Beauxbatons.”<br/><br/>Just then, another approached them and politely waited for a break in conversation. It was clear she wanted to talk to Dior. And why shouldn’t she? The petite blonde was the hostess with the mostest, after all. She asked for five seconds of Dior’s time and Daniel chuckled, not too drunk to know that was code for ‘can I drag you away from the drunken guy?’ “Maybe I’ll see you around,” he commented to Dior, before stumbling off. Just as he thought about getting something else to drink, he half fell onto a plush couch.<br/><br/>It was so comfortable that before he knew it, he was reclining. He closed his eyes and sank deeper into the cushions. A few seconds later, Daniel was snoring. What an impression he was making. Well, at least this time he had a chance to let the stupor fade away before he did something stupid that he would likely regret later on, when it was too late.