Taking a swig from his neverending flask, he’d stumble his way through the crowds. A slow dull cloudy look would drift across his dark hazel eyes, hidden behind the tinted shades that he had picked up on the first day of the festival. His outfit would not have changed much over the course of the event, sticking to the graphic tee, shorts combo due to the rather ravaging heat, he would also take to wearing sneakers more often as to avoid randomly throwing up on his good boat shoes.
Stopping by a street post, he’d glance up at the symbols on the sign, attempting to direct himself to the nearest bar, the sway in his body almost noticeable to the public and yet, he could tell none of them really cared. It wasn’t unusual for the youth to be drunk during these types of festivals, so he was just one of many looking for yet another good time.