<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/d9f4debd975e002cf2e41eb18739a329/tumblr_nd7yja1kCO1tl05k1o2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rave Siren<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student Union<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nobody, free for all<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Partying<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Zombie (https://33.media.tumblr.com/992d1ef237218fed64f2244c7bcdb527/tumblr_nd9czvIe1l1tl05k1o1_500.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Rave was never good with parties, or even large gatherings. Being homeschooled almost all his life crowds were not his thing. He was uncomfortable with the amount of students pooling into the union room, Rave standing off to the side and far away from the crowd. There was too many people here for his taste but he had to stay for a little while because he had to look like he was social. The place had so many people and he bit his bottom lip as he looked around again. More people where pooling in and it didn’t seem to be planned to stop at any point.<br/><br/>He looked pretty gruesome at the moment. Green face with black around his eyes and blood splattered all over him. Maybe the ripped tank top was a bad idea, or the whole idea of coming. But he had shown up after hours of sitting there doing his own makeup as he did every year on his birthday. Taking a sip of the spiked drink he made a face, remembering it was his birthday. He was officially eighteen today and tomorrow his parents were coming into town to see him and pull him away from anything he would want to do after his birthday. Well at least he had to just get through this for a few hours then he could go back to the dorm, see what his friends in New York had sent him and just play horror movies until he passed out.<br/><br/>Running a hand through his hair Rave didn’t know what he should be doing. Thanks to his height he could hide out in a corner away from the crowd, unless somebody came to find him. But with his reputation and having the violent outburst he doubted somebody would come looking for him. And it wasn’t like he dated guys from the school, maybe a hook up or two but dating was unlikely. It was safer for him to date outside of the school to keep himself somewhat sane. Looking down at his glass he reached into his back pocket, pulling out his flask and pouring the contents in his cup. The alcohol was weak and he needed something stronger.<br/><br/>Muttering to himself in Romani he shoved the flask back into his pocket. At least he knew if he ran out of his flask there was a bottle he had hidden somewhere in the union room in a place he was pretty sure nobody else would find. Maybe he could convince his parents to buy him more alcohol for his birthday, make it last until Christmas when he'd head over to Romania for family. Looking around he took another sip of his alcoholic drink, wondering if this was worth it. It wasn't like he was planning on anybody talking to him. But he did promise himself that he would talk to at least two people, even if it was just a hi then a turn around and walk away. He had to at least try to be social.