@spardium (The Chillinâ Villain)Â
Darrell scanned the room, sipping on a drink that he already forgot the identity of (heâd just copied the someone elseâs order.) It had a foul chemical taste that was... stimulating, at least. There wasnât much else he could do, as it seemed most of these people had already found their groups that Darrell saw little chance of breaking into. Finally, he noticed someone who seemed unengaged, sitting away from the dance floor. Darrell approached the man, not seating himself but leaning casually against the opposite chair.Â
âNice evening, isnât it? Are you having a good time?âÂ















