You never thought in your whole life you'd see a sleep-deprived looking British man decked out in a whole suit at something that wasn't a dress-up party. At the moment, you were in the middle of an upbeat and super energetic party filled with alcoholic beverages, loud jumpy music, and a LOT of people that ranged from their teens to young adults. I mean, sure, this party was planned for a long time and everyone in town has been eager to go just because of how much everyone was talking about it, but you didn't think it'd be so good it being someone who looked like they came from the gothic Victorian Era to come check it out. But this guy didn't really seem impressed, nor like he actually wanted to be there, which you could already tell at first glance with his expression and how he only gingerly sipped from a single glass of the wine he got from the only bottle on the refreshment table. He seemed to just be silently observing the crowd, occasionally focusing his gaze on a Chilean guy smoking weed in the corner of the room and some super hyped auburn headed dude who looked like he was about to explode at any moment. Probably friends of his that dragged him into coming with, and more than likely their escort home since he'd probably be the only one staying sober.