Brent didn't go into the party right away. He lingered at the end of the block making a few sales with kids who were on their way into the party, before deciding to head to the line himself. When he did, he hovered quietly at the back, taking a step every few seconds as someone else was let in. The girls were all smoking, that was the first thing he noticed. He wasn't surprised that Piper would be vain enough to only invite attractive people to her party, but at the same time, everyone in the upper east side tended to be vain as well, so most people took their appearances seriously. It was one of the reasons why Brent had decided to conform to the formal dress code tonight. He wasn't looking to be the person standing out like that, and he didn't want to piss Pipe off on her night. Even looking formal, though, most girls didn't give him a second look. He was known for being into drugs, and that wasn't the most attractive trait to all of these preppy, by the books girls. It didn't surprise him, and at this point, it didn't bother him either. Compared to guys like Ricardo Slim or Vincent Mast, who had the good looks, the athletic ability, the money and the charm, Brent knew he didn't stand a chance. He'd get the girls like Kelley, who were into that "bad boy" vibe, but aside of that, most girls felt like they were too good for him.
He even felt that way with Tori Walsh sometimes. Tonight, he was already feeling pissed off and unimportant. His brother had no respect for him, and he couldn't express his feelings to his parents without feeling guilty for being a bigger burden in their lives. He had more potential than this, and even though he was still doing well in school, he sometimes resented this reputation he had taken on. It was better than being a nerd, he supposed, but at the same time, he didn't like being bossed around by these rich kids whose money kept him going. However, he trusted Victoria, because she did put her money where her mouth was. She wasn't some kid on the baseball team who thought he could call him scum when he gave him maybe twenty dollars worth of business a month. She was assertive, but he knew that on a normal day, when he wasn't feeling so tense, that he would have been attracted by that.
As they passed the bouncer, Brent slipped his mask on and then discreetly put the bag of pills into Victoria's hand. "We've got a deal, but I want the cash within the next twenty four hours, Tori. I can't fuck around with this. I'll let you do whatever the fuck you need to do with that, but I need the cash. Seriously." Brent didn't doubt that Victoria would come through with the money, but he needed to accentuate on its importance. This was part of some plan involving stupid drama for her, but it was his life. "I've got to go talk to a few more guys before this party gets rolling, so I'll see you in a little," he said distractedly as his eyes followed a group of theater kids who he remembered had been interested in buying some bud from him the weekend before.