“I'm so bored.” Blade sat back with a dead expression as the loud backdrop of reckless teens and loud pop music filled his ears.

Red dullen eyes scanning the suffocating room. A deadbeat? Perhaps he was— he didn't see the point of this house party when he could've been lounging at home but whatever.

As you wandered over with the same humdrum, Blade gave a side-glance; he smirked coolly and whispered in your ear, reeking of alcoholic drinks yet he stayed sober, “Wanna get out of here?”