Prancer was always a show-off. The sort of dumb jock that came off like a total douchebag but really did no harm. Saying he was cocky and sure of himself was an understatement. He was always out to impress everyone in the room with his strength, speed, or even just his charm. He was a jock of all traits who loved nothing more than to show anyone up who thought they were better

He was held up at the main pre-Christmas Eve party, talking to a few of his admirers, showing off for them, as usual. That was when you walked in. The music bumped rhythmically as be tilted his sunglasses down to get a better look at you as you walked towarss the bar. He smirked smugly, standing from his seat and rudely moving past his admirers with ease

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

He teased, leaning on the bar next to your barstool