<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tanner, Richard, Juliet, Ruben<br/><hr/><br/>Evion watches, rocking back on his heels and enjoying with amusement. These guys.<br/>A wave is all he gets in before Xander is off. Mental note to catch up with him later, added and catalogued successfully in the index.<br/>He jumps in with a scoff and playfully bumps his shoulder against Tanners. Or rather, his shoulder against Tanners bicep. “We`ve- we only hung out, what, all four years of highschool. No big,” Evion teases, hand ghosting over his mortally wounded heart. Eyes linger on Juliet with a small quirk of the lip when he faces Tanner  again (https://68.media.tumblr.com/28a8668ccc1d070af8035df2a2bbdc44/tumblr_o6vibxgJma1v37llgo4_r1_400.gif). “Some things never change though.”<br/><br/>Evion adjusts his suit. Tailor made for the finest of convention experience. As is common fact, one must look their best when standing and doing Q&A in front of people dressed in costume. He`s glad the cut still fits after a year. The bursting rack in his closet is glad too. Community service may be the result of letting go of things, people nay children may be in need, but he swears to god if one thing down the line is exactly what he needs. Evionalzoc Raymond would revolt. A good son, a loving boyfriend, an okay co-worker, a man ready to throw down if the shirt he donated last month would`ve been perfect for this themed get together.<br/><br/>His phone interrupts that thought.<br/>Case, a cheap find from some backstreet depo on his way to Otakon, covered with metallic purple and black symbols on the empty backdrop of space. What he`d call stylish is what another would label `ridiculous conspiracy scribbles`. The diagrams of illuminati icons just aren`t appreciated these days.<br/>Evion opens it to see his boyfriend, perfect and cursed with putting stars in his eyes. He never asked to look at perfection so often. No one asked for that.<br/>That enthusiastic selfie. What a dork. His heart squeezes, medical condition yet unchecked but on the to do list, and immediately soaks up the words of encouragement. The calming pick me up Evion didn`t admit he needed.<br/><br/><hr/>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Chess</span><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/33/50/1a/33501a6920832cf663fff01a4a1c08ea--lifestyle-jam.jpg)<br/>You got this, Evie! Kick everyone's ass, and make sure to steal something as a memento ;D<br/><hr/><br/>Evions face turns warm and the cheesiest smile that’s ever been smiled is smiling (https://68.media.tumblr.com/6b26e85bc4daf2123f9e93d0fa4113ba/tumblr_ohvlghb66V1vmcs6qo1_500.gif). He types out a small text, the shot of confidence entering his system already burning in his veins. Like a quick fix, utterly addicted and hopelessly loving it. He makes another mental note to send a pic of the festivities.<br/><br/><hr/>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br/><span class="bbc_u">To; Chess</span><br/><3 <3 You know it baby. Wish u were here.<br/><hr/><br/>Alert brown eyes flick up, over the room and the sparse couplings of people. Watchful, if it`s happened once it can happen twice and someone barrelling into him is not an idea of a good time. No one`s good time, never a good time. Tanner, built like a racehorse? Sure. Him? They both tumble to the ground. Something will be in pieces.<br/>Across the way a man, all cliché tall, dark and nonsense, points at Evion. Instinctively he looks behind to empty space. Turns back and points at himself with his free hand, face scrunched in you-mean-me-or-what confusion.