Evan was circulating. Most people would probably disagree but he found it terribly inconvenient to be so popular at a house party. Everyone wanted to talk to you, and the spaces were usually too tight for a small crowd to gather around. So! He was going to them, or attempting to, anyways. Every now and then, someone caught his eye and he stayed with them for entirely too long before someone pushed him along.
He was in the kitchen, now. Chatting up one of his team mates, but he wasn't really listening. The guy was talking about something too mundane to hear about with a beer in hand, and Evan was clearly distracted. His eyes started to glaze over and travel around the room, inwardly wondering how he could escape, when he spotted her. A blonde, over by one of the counters, texting. He smiled, excused himself with a pat on the guys chest and made a beeline right for her.
"Hiya. I haven't seen you before." He quirked a brow, took a sip of his beer and leaned toward her as if he was about to tell her God's great secret. "It's rude to text at a party, you know."