Terrian was exactly where you would expect him to be in a situation like this, hiding in plain sight. He was so paranoid about what could be lurking in the shadows seeking him out that he took any opportunity to be around an abundance of people. As long as he was around people, noone was going to come and collect debts. Of course they would come seeking money, but when he didn't have the money, they decided to take other forms of collateral. "Just a friendly reminder" they called it.
Though he didn't have any money, you would never know it. He was dressed in a charcoal grey suit, with a black pearlsnap silk shirt peeking through. He had always dressed like a businessman. In the NBA, you wore a suit and tie when you were in public and weren't in uniform. His dream was to play in the NBA, so he carried himself the same way that he would have if he were in the NBA, though he usually opted for a tieless look.
He had perched himself up against a wall in the main room, directly on the other side of the room from where Abbie and Jason were sitting. Seeing Abbie in her beautiful blue dress made him smile a bit, at least he wasn't the only one over-dressed for the occasion. He'd given Callum a two-finger salute when he had seen him. They werent super friendly with each other, but he'd been in varsity athletics as Callum was transitioning from JV, so he had helped with the transition, and they had become somewhat friendly with each other.
Come to think of it, Terrian wasn't super friendly with anyone. He had always been so focused on chasing his dreams during school that he hadn't spent any time working on human interaction, or ingratiating himself with anyone for that matter. He was quite an enigmatic persona, really. He had all the tools to be one of the most popular, attractive guys in school, but he just never gave it the time of day. Now that his dreams had been shattered, he honestly found himself a little lost as to how to handle these kinds of situations. At least he had the whole mysterious appeal going on about him, right? He played on that for all he could.
He gazed about the room, sometimes watching the crowd as they danced...ish and sometimes watching an individual, like Alexandria or Tyler, and wondering idly what their story was. He had a red solo cup in his hand, holding some form of alcohol in it, but he was definitely slow-drinking it. He had no desire to be drunk in public. Whether it be the police that were watching them, or someone else that might have been watching him, he was going to need his faculties about him if he wanted to make it home in one piece.