Talk:Passin' Time RP/@comment-25959741-20151010041422/@comment-24659809-20151010052658

Zee, a boy a bit tall for his age sauntered into the party wearing a purple dress shirt and jet black skinny jeans, with black combat boots and smudged glasses. As he walked onto the chaotic scene of dancers who reeked of russian alchohol which was a bit too strong for his taste (albeit, so was any amount of alchohol was too much as he didn't drink), he couldn't help but feel out of place. Parties were not his thing. At dances, he was usually the one who stood in the corner playing Smashy Road, unless he was leeting loose on the dance floor to Bohemian Rhapsody or dubstep. In order to relive himself of the awkwardness he felt, he decided to do just that to the song that was playing. His odd dance routine included jumping around like he was standing barefoot on a beach baked by the burning sun, and pumping his fists up into the air as if he were yelling silently, "No, I shall not conform!", about some government issue. This dance got many strange looks and whispers from the others dancing.