[center][h3][color=#1DA237]Zaheen Ibrahim[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] In the Path of Oncoming Freight Train that is Tara
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Rozalia, Jonas Highwind, Dallas Relo, Tara Niklos ( [@MiddleEarthRoze], [@HereComestheSnow], [@Plank Sinatra], [@Kaithas] )[/center]

Zaheen wasn't big on parties. After all why should he be, the typical college party was an assortment of booze, sex and fights. When you mix all those problems with Demigods you end up with the proverbial up to eleven. Especially when it came to the fighting. As one can probably imagine, Zaheen wasn't a big fan of any of those vices. He didn't even drink for that matter, in part a result of his Islamic heritage and in part just the idea of the alcohol wasn't something he found particularly delightful. What use was there in slowing his mental facilities after all, it's hard to learn when one is drunk. 

Which begs the simple question of why Zaheen was even here and simply put the answer was rather straightforward. He was here courtesy of one Jonas Highwind and one Dallas Relo. 

[i][color=#1DA237]My death will be there fault.[/color][/i]

That said, while he may have physically been at Dallas' party, he took the opportunity to simply barricade himself in Dallas' room and turn his attention to more important matters. Namely his current Diablo speedrun. If Dallas' parties had one boon, it was the efficiency with which Zaheen found himself able to set new personal records in Diablo. Perhaps it was a result of the frustrations and annoyance with all the noise fueling his adrenaline, or perhaps it was borne out of a desire to finish the game before the end of the party so that he could start up a new campaign the moment Dallas and Jonas found themselves free. 

Either way, Dallas' bedroom became Zaheen's personal sanctuary at times like these. 

[i][color=#1DA237]That sounded really weird.

Moving on. 

And crap, I'm out of soda.

Again.[/color][/i]

Forced to pause his game, Zaheen bravely unlocked the door and entered the purgatory that is Demigod parties. That sight that awaited was a familiar yet equally horrifying one. 

Tara. 

Pissed off. 

To repeat. 

Tara, daughter of Ares, pissed off and more so than the usual. 

[i][color=#1DA237]A L E R T

A L E R T[/color][/i]

Alarms went off in Zaheen's head as he struggled to find a way to resolve the situation. 

[i][color=#1DA237]Maybe if I- yeah, that might- let's try it.[/color][/i]

Raising a hand in greeting, Zaheen waved to the group. "[color=#1DA237]Hey Tara, long time no see, Jonas and Dallas still giving you trouble?[/color]" Zaheen quipped with a laugh, "[color=#1DA237]Mind giving me a hand a real quick? You're one of the few people to have beaten me in PvP, and I'm curious to see how you'd matchup against this new Diablo build I've been trying.[/color]"

[i][color=#1DA237]Looks like I won't be getting that soda.[/color][/i]