By the rec room entrance - Daniel/Nish - 6:30 pm
If anything went according to plan in Chris's life, things would be extremely different. Hell, he wouldn't be limping. But true to whatever had deemed his life to follow a shitty path, he was apparently unable to leave the gathering unscathed. He did his best to keep his pace slow and somewhat sedate, allowing his leg some measure of room to deal with the brace and keep his limp mostly unnoticeable.
Not only that, he didn't want to exactly make others think he was fleeing the room so much as simply exiting, but apparently that message wasn't clear enough to other parties. A figure stepped in front of him just as he was closing in on three feet near the door; Chris nearly had to jump back, which added a painful twist to his hip.
"Fuck, not you too. Do we really need to do this right now?" He said, his voice low as he somewhat pleaded with the angry Daniel now standing in the middle of his path.