While Leon was looking for wherever the party was, he ran into a bunch of his track teammates, who of course insisted on grilling him about his time in Boston- or, rather, about his grandma's house. Not that they actually cared about his grandma. All they wanted to know was if there were any hot girls in that town and if he had tapped that and if he'd set any of them up with them. Leon told enough of a lie to keep them happy, before escaping.
Far too much of Leon's life seemed to be made up of lying. That was one thing about Boston- as many bad memories as it had brought up, he had least been able to be honest. But here, he had a wall of lies and omitted truths built around him like a suit of armour. But at least that suit of armour stopped him from getting hurt.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, reading Carolina's text. He quickly typed out a reply.
Yep- just got interrogated by track teammates. Will be there soon :)
Now, there were far more people swanning around, which made finding the party a lot easier. More than a few people were considerably drunk already. Leon wasn't planning on drinking- he was volatile enough when he was sober, and if he got drunk, he might say something that he would regret. He wasn't going to take that chance.
He found the room and had to admire the party planner's work. It was everything he'd expected from an Upper East Side party. Despite the fact that everyone was wearing masks, it was still surprisingly easy to recognise some people. He found Carolina sitting alone at a table and headed straight over, sinking into a seat beside her.
"Some party, am I right?" He remarked, grinning at her. She looked troubled, though, so the grin slid off of his face as he leaned in. "Everything okay?" He asked, keeping his voice quiet.