<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://60.media.tumblr.com/42b0a5b900fc00dd8dcd896dcf66f354/tumblr_nu08fd8rBM1u5a1q6o1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> <del>Loick</del> Royce O'Rourke<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Gold Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> "Reformed" (heteroflexible)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Aiming for party-mode activation!<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 28th | 7PM - Whenever<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Headed to the bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Open</strong></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Royce was preeeetty sure he'd had on a tie when he'd first come to the party. And a rather nice shirt. Granted he was known for opting for comfort over anything else but somehow the plaid scarf draped expertly about his neck and the sunglasses now adorning his face just didn't quite scream comfort. No they screamed 'swarmed by giggling girls' and yet somehow Royce was left in a haze of confusion as to how it had all went down. He'd only had one beer, a can he'd tossed back like it was nothing more than a pint of milk before smashing and discarding the empty thing with one hand, so he wasn't drunk. Just confused and mystified in the way that sometimes happened when hormones got involved and things became a blur. It was pretty much fortunate that it was only a shirt and tie he was missing. <br/><br/>Down to his undershirt, Royce stripped off the scarf and looped it around one of his teammate's neck, revealing a chain with a ring on the end that looked out of place about his neck. Dude had more lipstick on his ruddy face than the girl he was currently smooshed against so he figured the smaller man wouldn't much mind. In the process he found slender, feminine fingers sliding into his already messy hair but when he turned to catch a glimpse of her pixie-ish face he found that it was no one that moved him in any particular way and thus he easy dislodged her hand. Letting it drop without so much as a word he was unaware of her pout as he turned to begin moving toward the bar in search of a more beer. After the day he'd had, he needed it. <br/><br/>Ignoring calls for the BEAST, Royce tucked the ring beneath his shirt and parted the sea of bodies before him like he was freaking Moses. Most knew instinctively to move out of the power forwards way and the few that didn't were moved gently as he could manage but without hesitation. Sliding up to the bar with a purpose, it wasn't hard for him to snag a couple cups of whatever was on tap. However, the move had him leaning in close to some cutie, putting him all up in her personal space while he reached each of his arms to either side of her to double fist it. <br/><br/>"'Scuse me," he rumbled, his voice pitched for her ears. He wasn't gonna lie either, unlike the pixie before there was something that felt right about this one. So he lingered perhaps a moment or two too long, before stepping back and bringing one drink toward his mouth while gazing down at her curiously. </span>