He tried his best to dress up according to the event, random shorts he found from his sister that fit (she won't notice, probably), a basic top, but while still looking like a rookie straight guy going to a colorful event. Literally. Besides, the only pair of shoes he has are sneakers or dress shoes from homecoming five years ago.

Vesper didn't do much research on raves, assumed it'd be the same as a concert y'know? A chill place with drinks, a person singing into a microphone and people singing along with them. 'Oh- found it.'

Eyes gleaming with anticipation, Vesper parked his car and got out. He stared up at the intimidating building in a new town, "it's like... Vibrating... ? What?" He muttered to himself, feeling unsure. But it can't be that bad, right? Maybe he's just seeing things from the drive. Yeah, that's it.

Paying the doorman, Vesper entered a world of delusion. It was loud, overstimulating, colors and sound and the scent of sweat and perfume and musk in the air. The bass from the techno music was bouncing around inside of him, vibrating him, and making his throat dry. "Oh what the fuck," he said out loud and even then, his own voice was inaudible to his ears.

He turned back from the sweaty bodies, away from the flashing lights, and tried to get the doorman's attention. "H-hey! Hey I want out!" Vesper tried to yell over the music, but the man's blank stare was unnerving and the wave of new halfly dressed ravers pushed him back into the crowd. 'Fuck fuck fuck **fuck'*, he cursed internally, he was stuck and overwhelmed.

'I should've done research, I should've- I should've- what the fuck?' Vesper's eyes zeroed in on the people around him, the sweaty bodies, and realized couples were hooking up in this tight crowded space and he didn't know what to do. He wasn't into this, man. "Oh god. Okay. Oh god. This is fine. Yeah, fine. Oh, God, it isn't fine—" he's spiraling.