Bab 115: Party Scuffle

One drink, two drinks, three drinks...Orion was counting as he doesn't want to be wasted here, in the foreign party with not one acquaintance. He was resisting the temptation to leave the ball at once, while the slow music playing in the background did little to calm his nerves. 

"Care to share a drink."

He was keeping his head down on the table when a voice entered his ears as he shifted his head to see a person sitting three chairs away from him. Orion observed him and thought how he didn't notice this man before. 

He thought that because the man was an oddball among the whole ball. He was dressed up in a brown trench coat and a black hat on his head which was standing out in a room full of tuxedos. It was then he was struck why this place was empty, because of this man. 

"No, I am fine. Not here to drink. "

The man with white hair chuckled, looking like he was fully drunk. 

"So here for answers? Or Questions? "