He was pointing a wavering finger in front of him while his other was clasped around a glass bottle, his eyes remained fixed on the shadowed figure. "If you'e trying to scare me consider your plan foiled." he chuckled, the tickle in his throat causing him to fall back a step. "I see you, whoever you might be." his voice rose accusingly. Bryce was vaguely aware of where he was at this point. He stood somewhere in the wooded area away from the music after he had gone to take a leak.
He quickly looked down at himself as a crease began to form between his eyebrows. His outfit for the party was sad to say the least, Jed even laughed at him before he left the door, to which he took it upon himself to help Bryce unbutton the first few on his shirt prior to loosening his tie. In any case, who was to care? At least he came in the desired dress code, even if it was just a messy version of his everyday academy uniform— minus the sweater vest. He'd even gone the extra mile to roll up his sleeves, which sorely lacked in comparison next to Jed's 'no shirt just tie' look.
He wasn't all that drunk to begin with especially in comparison to his peers. Coherent thoughts were still processing; however, the root from mind to mouth seemed to get lost in translation. "Alright, I don't particularly make it a habit of mine to converse with the faceless, especially after a good piss in the woods. Wanna step outta that shadow?"
