[center][h1][color=FF4500]Spencer Dalle[/color][/h1][/center]

[i]Fun? help me have fun? Do you even have an idea how much difficulty mankind have encountered when they tried to decipher my personal definition of fun?[/i]

Behind a sullen, disgruntled figure inched an eagerness to disconnect from an unruly mob. The presence of a direction remained particularly absent among redundant actions seen from occasions similar to this. Needless to say, Spencer found no worth to spawn his self-proclaimed 'precious' time towards a gathering he had little-to-no intentions of being a part of. Yet even through an assortment of his own uncertainties and dissatisfaction, he managed to remain still and watch people unleash the untamed shades of their persona. 

A cheerless grunt escaped from Spencer's lips once Ann left him and dissipated in the midst of a huddled cluster. A large gathering if he may suppose? Perhaps something he wasn't notably aware of. Then again, the notion of minding his own business was bound to suppress his own curiosity. Best for him to let it loop over something else, like why there wasn't any cola dispenser when there was an excess of liquor. There were possibilities though, but the fear of wandering around and accidentally hauling into an unwanted interaction chained him from doing so. However, it wasn't a major problem he could raise. Besides, a week's supply of canned cola was promised to him as an exchange to be a part of this whirling mess. 

[i]Oh yeah.[/i] Hardly there was anything to look forward to yet that promise Ann had proposed injected a provoking anticipation he could not put into hold. It was so provoking, Spencer may just put the [i]fun[/i] he falsely claimed into careful consideration. 

[i]But where will I start?[/i] 

As Spencer's mind curled up into an unwinding proposal, he still felt utterly lost; not the common example of being lost but a different one. He felt as if his body was being simulated over a misleading projection of his perceptions and his soul being segregated from the course of his own acts. He dared not to ponder of his anticipation towards a guaranteed claim. The box of canned cola was already his as promised yet why should he still pay an ounce of involvement at the party? Perhaps he forgot he was masquerading as someone.  He lifted a sigh once more, confused as to how his uncanny logic worked. 

Funneling for ideas to spring about was harder than contemporary speeches about infidelity. Later on, Spencer realized he was leaning against the mansion's draperies for too long, perhaps too long that one confused girl tapped his shoulder only to be responded by a startled grumble. 

"Sorry, I think my head hurts." He excused as they both exchanged glances. 

The girl, however, wasn't too mindful of Spencer's recent peculiar behavior as she raised a smile riddled with enjoyment.

"Beer?" She lifted the cup resting from her delicate hand. 

Something whispered out of nowhere and told him it wasn't the greatest of ideas to take suggestion from half-drunk dames. He had his experiences and near-accidental encounters. Never again would he bring them up, as lessons were learned under the subtle perils of temptation ―not that he'd consider it as such. 

The girl inched a glance closer, awaiting for an expected response and instead, was given a simple gesture of refusal as Spencer craned over and trailed off. He moved in-between people who stood like statues, conjuring the most ear-splitting of chuckles. The urge to resist their annoying sounds was futile but Spencer sauntered along and continued to seek an uncrowded refuge. 

Finally there was one, spotting almost no one but a familiar face loitering around. She chummed over a bowl of chips while clumsily grabbing a bottle of booze. He didn't mind Brooke and her silly little game of 'find the person whom I'll hate the most today'. He then pulled a chair next to her, freeing a heavy gasp of breath as if being recently submerged underwater. As he sat,  he felt a heavy slump on his shoulder. Eyes gazed continuously at the rowdy group as bloated cheers roused the recently unruffled guests. 

"Fun party, eh?" Spencer said to Brooke. "How boring it'd be if they all have the same idea of fun as me." 

There was a subtle tone found from his set of words, sounding nearly asleep, as might be, despite delivering it loudly from how the music was unnecessarily amplified. He lifted a leg to lean over the other. Hands were held together, putting atop of his knees. 

"Say, what do you think if half the people here are at the same place as you? Sitting on their own chair, eating chips, doing nothing. The Hancock twins will be [i]so[/i] pleased yet puzzled, wouldn't you agree?"  There it was, the sarcastic air he longed to breathe out.