[Centre]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/XNFY1EbYA7Xby/giphy.gif[/img]
[H1][colour=seagreen]Johnny Baxter[/colour][/h1]
[colour=seagreen][i]Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti social pessimist but usually I don't mess with this
And I know you mean only the best and
Your intentions aren't to bother me[/i][/colour]
[/Centre]
[hr]


Johnny surveyed the landscape. Just people chatting, drinking, throwing themselves in the pool. He could swear that there was a couple having sex inside Satan's house. He really wished he'd decided not to go to the party. He and Elijah could be working on the app right now, or at the very least he could have brought the guy with him. Nothing like ditching your best friend to make you feel guilty.

Johnny shrugged at Dylan's question. "[b][colour=seagreen]Huh, I don't know. I don't usually go to parties. Well, I don't ever go to parties. But from what I've heard, everyone ends up with alcohol poisoning, black eyes, and various STDs.[/colour][/b]" Pool parties were his ultimate nemesis, he couldn't really swim that well, and feared the possibility of unintentionally being a jerk and ending up in the pool. There was a horrifying image in his mind of his limbs flailing everywhere, his head barely above water level, gasping for oxygen. Maybe he thought about all the ways this party could go wrong too much, but the risk of death was incredibly high.

There appeared to be some kind of skirmish going on. He wasn't really sure what had happened, but it looked like it was the fault of the Queen of Pretentiousness: Marisol Castillo. She seemed to think that just because her mum was some famous boxer, she could go around acting like a jackass. She was in no way better than anybody else, and he'd made it clear from their first conversation that he would not take any of her garbage. He chuckled, fixing his eyes on the massive argument she'd created. By the time she punched some poor guy in the face, Johnny laughed and applauded.

"[b][colour=seagreen]Wow, people really do get black eyes at these things! Now that's entertainment![/colour][/b]" He wryly commented to Dylan, eyeing up the drinks. Johnny had never had alcohol before, and it was his mission to remain teetotal for as long as possible, but he did want to down some beer like he was in [i]Rick's Café Américain[/i]. He noticed some water on the drinks table, which he quickly grabbed. He lifted his red solo cup to Dylan, muttering "[b][colour=seagreen]Here's looking at you kid.[/colour][/b]" He enthusiastically downed his water as if it were whiskey.

Just as he was about to make an off-hand comment about the immaturity of his peers, the wonderful (meaning dreadful) Kavi Salvador approached him. He cursed under his breath, giving Dylan a glance of warning: [i]We're in for it now, my friend.[/i]

[color=teal]“Too bad Elijah couldn’t make it, huh? I’m pretty sure he would’ve loved to see you replace him with...whatever your name is,”[/color] was the genius conversation starter that Kavi came up with. He was truly a master of subtlety and congeniality. Johnny rolled his eyes, glaring at Kavi. He didn't want to start a fight, but every muscle in his was screaming for him to punch the jerk in the face.

This, he knew, was not a wise course of action. Gritting his teeth, he curtly responded "[b][colour=seagreen]Well, if I'd have known you were here, I wouldn't have come either. And my friend's name is Dylan.[/colour][/b]" He smiled tightly, practically sweating annoyance. "[b][colour=seagreen]Anyway, I don't see the problem you have with me having friends other than Elijah. I thought you hated the guy for some reason. Is it because you reckon no one really likes you? Or is it because the majority of the people you hang out with are some of the most obnoxious people in Miami?[/colour][/b]" He causally shrugged, turning back to Dylan, comically raising his eyebrows.