@radopens | Event Starter
“Hey! Long time no see, I almost overlooked you in the sea of neon-colored faces.” August smiled, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. “Almost - perks of being tall, I suppose. How’ve you been? You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
August didn’t mind parties, in general, they were fun as long as he planned for them and the perfect place to meet the most ‘out there’ students on campus. It was the mess that he minded - the mess and the smell of sweat, lust, and alcohol.
The Splatterhouse was packed past capacity, people squeezed into every corner like sardines covered in glitter and painted neon in every color one could imagine. He’d tried the paint himself but only lasted around five minutes before he had to scrub that shit off his face. Sure, he’d been well aware of the painting aspect of the party prior to showing up, but knowing and experiencing were two very different things. It turned out he was a lot less okay with being multicolored than he’d originally hoped. Sure it made him stick out like a sore thumb - tall, pale, and with little more than a splotch of neon paint on his person - but at least he wouldn’t be itching to scrub himself raw the whole evening.
