Roger was hardly the sort to arrive early to a party. It wasn't in his nature, and besides he had other things to do. Like showering, and getting dressed and generally taking his time. What would be the point of going to a party of any sort if he didn't look good? Besides there had never been a point in his young life wherein Roger had not enjoyed making a scene. Arriving at Melinda's place an hour or so after he was supposed to, Roger could already hear the music sounding off as he walked off. He opened the door and breezed through the crowded room, among the various, lovely bodies.