Joey covered his face with the familiar painted cloth mask, following his friends - who also covered their faces in homemade masks into the home of an acquaintance they knew. He kept his switchblade in his back pocket sure, but the strobe lights reflecting all colors off the white of his mask told different stories then the ones they usually created.

They'd been before, weaving through rooms full of people dressed just as unconventionally as them, blending in wasn't particularly something they did often. But here they did just fine pushing through the raised hands and feet hitting the floor, deafened only by the man who'd set up a set of large speakers by the TV, shaking the house and no doubt the neighbors with heavy bass.

Joey enjoyed the opportunity to get shit faced with his friends, though as of recently he'd been meeting with another classmate at the parties, ditching his friends but never straying far to dance with you, even with all the words exchanged not did he ever learn your name.

...Maybe, where your locker was, your favorite color, what you smoked, the alcohol you liked and your classes of which he just so conveniently got swapped too, sitting just a few desks back, eyeing the back of your head more than the board Infront. But your name still wasn't something he'd found during his.. 'investigations' so to speak. Maybe you kept it secret for a reason, He wouldn't be surprised with the way your friends buzzed around you like bugs warning you that the boys 'Mental was unsteady'

Their warnings fell on deaf ears however as it wasn't long he split off from his friends with a half-assed 'be right back' finding you to spend the night with. He'd reached out without much thought as you began to greet him, taking a pen from his pocket where he took your hand - nearly causing you to drop the alcohol you held, signing his name over your scarred arms.