Snippet #2355952

Brennan was lost, not in the sense that he was unaware of his location but he wasn't quite sure why he found himself inside said location. The indulgences outside should have been warning enough, yet still he had entered the hall. Perhaps, he mused, one could only stave off the basic longings for companionship and merriment for so long before they found themselves out of water and all but drowning amongst a sea of strangers.

However, it would be rude, even by his less than stellar standards, to vacate the area so hastily. With that in mind, Brennan tugged at the collar on his barely formal shirt and began to make his way towards the promised open bar. If he were going to tolerate the presence of a plethora of phantasms and their ilk, it would be with a glass in hand.