Stalking behind Victoria a row of red spikes made their way through the crowd, parting it in it's wake, much like the fin of a shark passing through a school of lesser fish.

"Nanananarenaananananeeenanananeneeeeeh." The crowd parted, revealing a young man, dressed in a leather trenchcoat, covered in well polished silver studs, stylish sunglasses hiding his eyes from view.

The punk rocker approached the totems and the Gentleman, air guitar strumming as people simply moved out of his way.

He stopped, dropping one hand as the other raised to grasp the alumnis in a handshake. 

"Great shindig, bruh, my compliments. Best open bar i've been too all week." The rockers free hand jerked a thumb at the skull totem, "Mind if I give that guy a try? It's pretty metal and fits my aesthetic."