Roxas eyed the punch, for the second time since he'd arrived. If he hadn't heard so many stories about the weird things people liked to do to punch at parties, he would have had some already. Admittedly, the sources of these stories were questionable, but the situations were plausible and he supposed he understood the appeal of such sneaky tricks. That was all beside the point, though.

"Uh, I'm good." He had located other refreshments and so had a soda.

Actually, he was starting to get bored. Sure, talking and enjoying the food was fine, but weren't there also games and stuff at parties? He kept the complaint to himself for the moment. It was possible he was just being impatient.