Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20130922211921/@comment-11588669-20130925120515

"You have got, to be fucking kidding me..." Nox sweatdropped. Why, in the hell, would someone drink the entire punch bowl?

Rolling his eyes at the orange haired annoyance, he turned to the door, and stopped cold. The feeling he got from looking at this shadow, spelled trouble. Frowning to himself, Nox walked over to his bag, and pulled out the techknife. He sheathed it at his hip, then walked over to Messer.

"How many people are going to come, Mess? The place is pretty full as it is." And the mercenary had a point. He'd come early, to help set up and avoid the crowds. And when someone threw a party, especially at Beacon. People came.

It was a stress releif thing. After the days of classwork, combat training, and missions, most of the students needed to unwind.

Nox included. But, he was like that period.

The mercenary shrugged, and waited for his answer.