The Red Room (the one with the booze)

[becomingdoom]

[Doom finally found the room with alcohol. Thankful for some little respite, the masked genius stalked across the floor, wanting as little contact with others as possible. He wasn't much interested in idle socializing before, and without his armor, his aura of impregnability was completely shot. His black, formal pea button jacket looked good on him, not that he cared much for it. But there was alcohol, that was enough to make this entire outing at least tolerable. Grasping the ladle on the punch bowl, he filled a cup to the brim with the concoction, smelling it cautiously before downing it easily and going back for seconds.]

It's going to be a long damned night...