A lone figure was walking through the neighborhood, wearing a large bag on his back and smoking something that looked like a cigarette - and yet, the smell betrayed it was in fact not. With every step, loud sounds of glass hitting against glass erupted from his backpack, revealing the content inside to be hard alcohol. Pure vodka, tequila, and whiskey. No mixers to speak of. In between the tokes from his "Secret Agent", he was whistling the tune from an old Disney movie.
His black dyed hair, intense eyes, and general demeanor was enough to keep the people he ran into on the street from taking more then one look at him.
Finally, after several minutes of walking, the figure stopped in front of a well lit house, which was erupting with music and laughter. He inhaled the smoke a final time, smiled as he looked up at the night sky, and finally stomped out the roach of his now finished joint.
He went up to the door like he had so many times before, and didn't even knock. He knew the inhabitants of this house well enough already.
Signaling his entrance to the party, the figure let up a shout towards the host himself:
"JOEY, MY MAN! I BRING YOU ALCOHOL APLENTY, AND DRUGS AS WELL FOR ANYONE INTERESTED! WOOOOO!"
Travis Webster had arrived.