07-29-2024, 12:20 PM
This place was tricked out. Liam sat on his wallet in a corner watching everything. He wasn't allowed to these types of mixers. Everything he'd ever been to was formal and tuxedo and totally all his dad's thing. This was different and he felt like a fish out of water. His quick scan of things on the network told him this was The wicked truth's doing and he was sure to be about. Which got Liam wandering the crowd looking at name tags.
So many people he'd heard of. So many he looked up to. He was in heaven. And no one knew who he was.
Liam stepped back from a man pushing through the crowd with two women who did not look like the others here. They were not hiding -- they were out in public looking like creepy little monsters and sexy as fucking hell. His sixteen year old body reacted in the only way it knew how. It distracted him enough that he followed a few feet before his wallet beeped at him and he turned around to see the poker table the man had just left.
Standing watching was a man in a red long scare mask on and dressed in all black. The name tag was a series of hexcode values. It took Liam a while to do math, but he grinned madly and searched around the place for the marker that was drifting around for marking cups and such. As well as nametags.
He found the nearly dead marker and marched up to this enigma and turned him abruptly. "That's not fair." He scribbled across the bottom of the name tag in parenthesis (The Wicked Truth). He looked up at the much taller man. "That's better."
So many people he'd heard of. So many he looked up to. He was in heaven. And no one knew who he was.
Liam stepped back from a man pushing through the crowd with two women who did not look like the others here. They were not hiding -- they were out in public looking like creepy little monsters and sexy as fucking hell. His sixteen year old body reacted in the only way it knew how. It distracted him enough that he followed a few feet before his wallet beeped at him and he turned around to see the poker table the man had just left.
Standing watching was a man in a red long scare mask on and dressed in all black. The name tag was a series of hexcode values. It took Liam a while to do math, but he grinned madly and searched around the place for the marker that was drifting around for marking cups and such. As well as nametags.
He found the nearly dead marker and marched up to this enigma and turned him abruptly. "That's not fair." He scribbled across the bottom of the name tag in parenthesis (The Wicked Truth). He looked up at the much taller man. "That's better."