>>5953897Stepping out of the car the three of you began to make your way to the mansion. Well, it was more actually a manor now that you looked at it closely, comparing it to Bulma's home. Either way, it was quite the bombastic, practically pompous sight to behold. Countless cars were lying around throughout the entire front yard. There was a long line that went nearly across the block. Judging from the number, it was as if everyone who was anyone was there. All the more reason why you didn't want to be here, such crowded areas weren't exactly good for your heightened senses. Through the methods of bushido, you were able to power through it and ignore it entirely. At worst using ki to buffer the sounds for tolerable levels.
Still, it didn't change how you generally had an aversion towards these overcrowded social events. Being raised by your grandma as well as the monks of Western Orin Temple, you were taught to have an ascetic, sagacious lifestyle. Austere to a fault, you devoted your time outside of school to your martial artist training. The only exception was when you hung out with your friends and showed a semblance of social life, hobbies aside. As much of a workaholic Bulma is, even she had her moments of wanting to be like a stereotypical teen and have fun. Thus, by association, you were often dragged along as a participant in the heiress's whims. Today was no different as you steeled yourself, stepping inside.
Thanks to the natural charisma that the three of you gave off, nobody tried to impede or question if you were on the guest list or not. From the outsider's point of view, the three of you exuded an air of elusive mystique that radiated coolness. Thus, it was only natural to presume that at worst you were a couple of popular teens from another school who heard through the grapevine of Fuller's party. This worked just fine for the three of you as you didn't want to see Bulma using her honey-tongued, silver-tongued at times, way of coaxing to get into the party. Part of you did wish it failed so you had an excuse to leave, but you knew Bulma better than that. When she wants something, she'll do almost anything to get it.
Now inside the manner the three of you surveyed your surroundings, blending in with the crowd as the lively party continued as background noise. The music and atmosphere were just the kind of typical fanfare you would come to expect from Fuller's posse. Seriously, you'd have a much better time being in a rock or metal concert, complete with a mosh pit. Brushing aside the pop music of various blends, including J-pop and K-pop, you saunter your way to the kitchen. Taking stock of the inventory while being inconspicuous. Bulma and Chi-Chi splintered off to mingle and do their own thing. Making it easier for you to do yours unabated. Speaking off, a certain stench catches your nose as you soon frown in response.
Alcohol...
