Huh. Everyone just fucked right off... that was kind of funny. Roman laughed as he watched the people file out, wondering if he'd ever see his date again. God, he hoped not. She was pretty dull for a party girl. What even was a party girl these days? They seemed oddly anti party.

Roman stopped dancing and stretched out instead, looking at Victor with obvious amusement. "Roman. Roman Beauvais Sionis. Romy, I suppose. If you're feeling informal."

With a wink, Roman grabbed a nearby chair, dragged it along near Victor and sat on it the wrong way, leaning on the backrest to look at Victor. "Nice place you got. Awful party though. It's not you, it's them. I love the décor though. Very modern with a twist. Nice pop of colour from the art too. Do you know the artists?"

His parents always knew the names of every artist they hung on the wall and expected him to know as well but hell, like he could remember.