You really didn't want to go to that stupid. Fucking. Party.

You didn't even really understand why it had been thrown. All you knew was that some special grade curse that had been fucking with the city had been exorcised by a shit ton of sorcerers and for some reason a party had been thrown about it. You got it to a certain extent. Lifted the moods of the sorcerers. Let everyone relax. But you also felt like you'd puke if you had to stay standing around bored out of your mind for any longer.

You'd lost the few people you actually tolerated in the crowd and eventually decided to bounce. Went down a few of the quadrillion hallways until you found a room that looked more or less secluded, pushing the door open. You blinked when you saw someone else in the room, internally cursing.

It was a laundry room. Plain and simple. Sat atop the closed dryer was a man you recognized as Ino Takuma. He was staring off into space, a red solo cup between his manspreading legs. He blinked as he noticed your presence, sitting up and looking at you.

His eyes raked down your form for a moment, a whistle escaping his lips.

"Yo," he said, a friendly grin painting across his lips.