You were at a party. The low thumping bass was muffled, the neon lights giving the house an almost Euphoric, clubby feel. Juno was also there. Not that you knew him, personally at least. He was tall, lanky. But fit. He dressed decently grunge, tattoos everywhere and a few piercings. He had a buzzcut, but dark brown hair, and onyx eyes that were made to eye-fuck. He was introverted, though. He avoided most people, and girls. He remained around his selected group of friends.