<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/44wpWzx.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Desmond Lysander<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Izzy's House (Arrival)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Suit & boots. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/44/92/0a/44920a9104c878f4c031a1008fac5266.jpg)<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: N/A<br/><strong>Optional</strong>:<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Izzy, Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>VREEEEEEEEEE! (https://www.motorcyclecruiser.com/resizer/rTAh7iqebO3c0ZOwBQDZQoi6Ks8=/1440x0/smart/cloudfront-us-east-1.images.arcpublishing.com/octane/E22P4ZQWRFBUDIAUNICEM3W36A.jpg)</em><br/><br/>Desmond was usually more subtle, but considering the occasion and the nature of tonight's 'event', he was already feeling reckless. Revving up his custom cycle he tore around the corner and whipped right into Izzy's drive. Thankfully he slowed up in time to avoid crashing right through the gate. Getting himself hospitalized was not on tonight's checklist. Parking off to the side it already felt like a good choice not taking a car considering the collection of vehicles already present. At least it wasn't going to be an issue when the time came to leave. Carefully dismounting the bike his helmet came off first, smoothing fingers through his untamed dark hair before shedding his heavy motorcycle jacket and draping it across the seat. Giving his attire a final check, purposeful footsteps guided him to the front door. Fashionably late, as always.<br/><br/><em>Should he knock, or let himself in?</em><br/><br/>Social etiquette was usually a strong suit of his and after another moment's thought his bold streak won out. It hadn't failed him so far tonight, right? Wrestling momentarily with the door he shut it behind him and breezed through the foyer with soft footsteps. The house really opened up after a certain point, kitchen stretching off to one side and a spacious living area where it appeared the majority of the guests had already gathered. Failing to recognize anyone save for the host, he hovered near the kitchen counter and pondered an appropriate way to inject himself into the festivities.<br/><br/><em>Yeesh, young crowd. Thanks for the heads-up, Izzy.</em><br/><br/>Noticing a variety of appetizer and beverages parked beside him, he gathered up a wine glass and subtly uncorked a bottle, filling it two-third full before indulging a healthy sip. A little social lubricant was going to go a long way tonight, just judging from who he was going to be mingling with. After another moment Desmond moved towards the small crowd gathered around the table,<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry I'm late, Iz, did I miss anything important? Invite was a little vague. Whole thing wasn't a prank, right?"</strong>He spoke up, specifically addressing the host but his attention traveled across the slew of guests in attendance.<em>Never too old to make new friends.</em>