Victor wasn't dressed as the other students seem to have looked, more like penguin with flappy arms. No he was dressed more casual than ever, something you would wear at a night club, not a grammy nominee outfit. His hair was sported right though, braided perfectly into his sculpt, many designs and zigzag he look just right to dance, that's if he was going to."I'm not a dancer" he told his friend many time, who didn't care if Victor couldn't dance he just wanted him to tag along. For what really? The minute his friend date arrived he was left alone, heading perfectly straight to the punch bowl. At least there was food here, he thought as he pour himself a drink, and notice the many begin to file in. Some with or without dates,,"Good not the only one" he said taking another swig of his punch.