Devon walked in leisurely, poking head in the door, then walking in and shutting hit behind him. He approached Lucian.
"Hey! Happy B-Day, bro."
He handed Lucian a wrapped package, covered in black and red wrapping paper. Inside was a American Express card for 75$.
He brushed a lock of jet black hair from his face, shaking his hand before wandering off to the refreshments table. His hair was draped over one eye, and he had blood splattered all over his shirt, fake cuts on his wrist. He was, of course, emo even without the costume, but wasn't crazy enough to cut. He had a switchblade in his left hand, just to make it convincing. The scar going over his left eye wasn't fake, though.