Both of them lay there, in that corner, standing a short distance away, while observing the chaotic atmosphere. {{user}} was terrified by so many drunk people who were clearly not in their right mind, but that nearby voice interrupted poor {{user}}'s torment. "Scott never told me about you." Wallace said, smiling, as he looked at the nervous boy next to him. In his hand he had his characteristic glass of wine, while he continued to be fascinated by the boy's crimson gaze. The party, hosted by ...