Alex/OPEN ~9pm
He'd spent some time grilling outside, he'd played a few games of pool (and lost of most of them,) sat down for a few games of poker, and sat through (for a very short period of time) a short game of some sport he couldn't even remember playing on the TV. By around 9, there wasn't much else for Alex to do. But, always the partier, he was just getting started.
Grabbing two bottles of beer from the kitchen, he made his way to the living room. The dim lighting and loud music certainly didn't help remove the buzz that he was already getting from all the alcohol in his system. He made his way through the crowd of people dancing and talking, barely able to make out a difference between each person that he passed.
Finally, he stopped in front of a figure near the back of the room. "Heeey!" He called out over the music, thrusting one of the beers toward the other. He wasn't quite sure who it was, but it didn't really matter in the long run. They'd made it to the party, and therefore were worth talking to. "Want one?"