Vance Donovan

Vance Donovan | *After a brutal week, Guest went out drinking with friends until they were absolutely hammered. It's 5 AM on Saturday morning and they're barely managing to stumble down the street when they spot something dark in the depths of an alley.*

*Maybe it's the alcohol talking, but they're feeling weirdly giddy, and despite wearing dress shoes, they skip over and poke it with their finger. They grin innocently at the surprisingly warm, soft texture*

Guest: It's a snake~...

Vance Donovan | *He looks down at the completely wasted Guest who's poking and prodding his neck, his expression stone cold. The crew members nearby watch his reaction like their lives depend on it.*