<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Sean/121438f5-e1a0-4b42-8a1b-fe3d9b308587_zps981c1873.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sean Acker<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student union<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Party starting, Sean standing around and stuff (filler).<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Zombie (http://www.spirithalloween.com/product/rb-zombie-shawn-adult-std/)<br/><strong>OOC:</strong>Bad post is bad, but intros aren't my best, and Sean works better when he has others to play with. XD<br/><hr/><br/>His favorite time of the year, and he was just a little bored. Sean stood off to the side in the entertainment center, watching as people gradually filtered into the room. The bass to some trashy pop song shook the floor. It made his ears weep, and with almost every costume he saw, he wanted to mourn. Four football players, a pirate, a Spiderman, and a guy in a toga. Devils and Draculas weren't<em>so</em>bad, but they were still pretty lame. What happened to scary? That was what Halloween was all about! Sean made sure his was a good fit. Sure, even he knew zombies were overdone, but it was better than a sexy nurse outfit, like the one he saw on that one girl who walked over to the punch bowl with the guy who must have dragged her here. And yes, even better than the toga--togas were hilarious, but not on Halloween. Then they were just sad.<br/><br/>But at least there was alcohol. Sean took a sip of the punch he had seen a ninja spike just several minutes ago. These kinds of things weren't so supervised like that dance coming up in a few weeks. A few people wouldn't care, but others tried not to be so blatant when they took a swig from their flask, just in case. Some were probably smart enough to pregame--go off campus for a bit or chug a few cans of the secret stash they kept hidden from housing faculty. Sadly, Sean's had dwindled before the last round of room checks. He'd have to remedy that soon, but for now, he'd stick to the punch until some sympathetic soul wandered along to share what they had. This night would completely bomb if he didn't get at least a little buzzed. He wiped at his lips, a little mindful of the "blood" that was smeared across his lower extremities. It would get messed up, it was only a matter of time, but the party was just starting. It had to last at least a little while.<br/><br/>The song changed, and a couple of other guys entered. Most of the pool and foosball tables had been pushed to the sides to maximize the space, but it wouldn't be long until the entertainment center would be packed. The cafeteria would have been better, but faculty sucked and didn't want them in there after eight, no matter what. People would crowd the rest of the student union, probably linger outside, too.<br/><br/>"Hey, Superman! Trying to show off what you don't have?" Sean smirked. It probably sounded gay, but he didn't care. He did anything for a guffaw. The guy looked at him, almost as if he wanted to cuss him out, but he turned away instead. Kyle was cool. Sean liked Kyle. But Kyle didn't take jabs so well. Sean was trying to work with him on it. There hadn't been much success yet, but they still had time, so there was hope.<br/><br/>Sean turned his head--and jumped. Some of his drink spilled over his hand. He backed away from the clown staring at him, the same one that also burst into laughter, because scaring someone shitless was the most hilarious thing in the world. "Fuck you, Dan! Not cool! I hate you!" He smiled at his friend's cruelty, but he had to get away. Now. He pushed himself into the crowd of bodies, but Dan, that asshat, was trying to come after him. He picked up the pace, almost breaking into a run until he was out the doorway. He paused long enough to glance over his shoulder. It looked like he was in the clear. For now. "Bastard," he muttered, a quiet, nervous chuckle escaping him. He felt the beads of cold sweat on his brow, but he ignored them and turned his attention toward the entrance of the student union. Someone cool needed to come along already.