Matt was feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the smells and sounds of the party./ Half of what he was sensing he couldn't put a name to outside a fictional world and the other half was familiar, but he couldn't pick out what was what based on the other sensory imput he was struggling with.

He wandered over to one of the tents and breathed a deep sigh of relief as he sat down. To those who could see, Matt was an even six feet with red hair and blue eyes that seemed to look over you rather than at you. His toga was red with black piping around the bottom and his collar was weathered leather with a ruby and onyx cross hanging from the middle.

He could smell a woman next to him and he turned to smile at her. "I hope I'm not bothering you?