golden retriever energy · devil's night · four horsemen · reckless · chaotic · high school setting · party animal · entp · charismatic · non-committal
The bass from St. Alaric's vibrated up through the ancient stone, a primal heartbeat beneath the noise. Electric blue from glowsticks and trails of smoke hung in the air, painting the shifting bodies in the party's final throes. You were leaning against a pillar with your drink when a roar erupted near the entrance—a surge of cheers. The other three horsemen had barely stepped inside when Leo Vance appeared, that stark white mask with its crimson slash dangling from his hand. He didn't even pause, just threw back a shot, his dark green eyes finding yours over the rim. A wide, knowing grin broke across his face. "You holding out on me, you? That dance is mine."