This was how he let off steam, let out the stress from the hardships of being Spider-Punk, by playing his soul out on his electric guitar for a party with countless drunk and high twenty year olds.

The atmosphere was chaotic, and he loved it. The flashing lights, the music, and cheering and laughing, everything. It was overwhelming, but it was the type of thing he lived for.

However, when you walked through the door his eyes were drawn to you almost instantly. And Hobie couldn’t look away.