[center][h3][color=Red]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Relo-pad
[b][u]Interacting With; A wall, some punch[/u][/b][/center][hr][hr]

[i]Oh hey,[/i] the son of war thought with a smile. [i]Found Dal.[/i] His grin widened as he spotted the young lady who'd asked him for directions earlier right next to the always radiant, yet distinctly-less glowing than normal son of the sun. So she'd made it after all! Good for her, they said you hadn't lived until you'd been to one of Dallas's parties.

Unless, apparently, you were either Dal himself or one of his friends. Jonas had never been too much for parties, but he was always up for a chance to chill with the friends he had here, so he learned to tolerate it. Zaheen, on the other hand, was even less for parties, and even more adamant about the fact, no doubt sequestering himself away to speedrun Diablo 2.

Tara, she was an odd one. She hated parties, hated the people who attended them, even (probably) hated the host-- But every year, without fail, he'd learned that she would show up anyway, and declare herself the one-woman security team. After all, the party meant alcohol, and alcohol meant low inhibitions. And low inhibitions meant, more often than not, fights. And let it be known that there was nothing Tara loved more than shoving her boot so far up some uppity demigod's ass that she could tap-dance on their tonsils. A sentiment he tried not to share [i]that[/i] often.

Finally, there was the host himself. Handsome, funny, more facile in a social setting than anyone here by a country mile--

And stuck playing the beleaguering role of the greeter. Dallas was at his best when he was at someone else's party, something he could be the life of. Stuck in this spot, it was easy to imagine the opposite occuring: the life was being [i]sucked out of him[/i]. He couldn't be free and let himself go like this. There was no way to let himself have the kind of fun he had, while maintaining necessary decorum.

Sagely sipping some punch, the Ares boy nodded as he stood near the wall, for all intents and purposes just another haphazardly thrown piece of furniture to the crowd of demigods and demigoddesses.

Poor dude had to play by the rules for this one.