Drystan! And whoever else wants to party I suppose? >>
All he wanted to bloody do was apologize to Odette. Or at least call himself an asshole and have things be somewhat forgotten. Noah would refuse to take back any of his words, but he would admit that he'd been more of a dick than he should've been to his---girlfriend, he supposed, they weren't very good with words, he'd come to find. All he wanted to do was let her know that he was sorry for being a jerk, and he'd leave the stupid party because he'd just end up sitting at the bar by himself anyway, and he'd just go, but of course he ran into West Sumpter's giant fist first.

God damn did he have a left hook.

Noah had thought he'd been lucky, managing to find a security guard that didn't seem to notice the big red line through his name on the guest list; he'd talked to him at a few previous events and was glad he'd struck up conversation. It was about thirty seconds into the party that West socked him, so he was currently stumbling through the party goers with a busted up lip and a too heavy jacket because it was raining outside. Oh! Oh, and he was soaked, if you didn't get that party about the rain.

Looked like a raving lunatic, he did, and Noah slammed into a giant wall of person, groaning as he realized who it was, "Oh, for fuck's sake!"