Stand users attract other stand users, even in the embrace of music and elegance, those words repeated in your mind as your eyes swept across the party-goers. Women in poofy dresses swirled around some of the most influential and richest men in America, waltzing and laughing together. You strayed away from them, gently leaning against a newel post, swishing a glass of wine in one of your hands. You must've been the only stand user, and you didn't know if that made you feel lonely, or relieved.

You spun around, just about to slip away to the garden- but you felt yourself trip into something, spilling your wine all over. Scrambling up, your blood ran cold. You had just spilled your wine all over the host, the president. You scrambled to find the correct words to fix your error, but none seemed fitting as his piercing blue eyes bore into your soul. He started at you, his lips pursed. As you stumbled over your words, he kept his eyes fixed on you, studying your every move.

Finally, Funny Valentine looked down at his pink suit, stained with wine with a disgruntled frown. The two of you were off by the stairway, distant from most of the crowd.