[Where there is a mosh pit with fist fighting and bloody noses, there is Roy Harper. Unlike 99% of the people here, Roy is stone-cold sober, but unfortunately, he's also a Human Disaster, so it'd be tough to tell the difference between him and the most wasted of the people in the pit. Dressed in a trucker hat, tank top, and a denim jacket with the sleeves torn off, exposing his bulky arms with their green skull and banner tattoos, he's hopping around, yelling his head off along with the beat of the music which is about all that's audible over the noise of the surging mass of people.
He's right up near Finn (not that he knows his name) when he sees the dude get elbowed in the face and start bleeding everywhere. It only takes a second to notice that dude is also still grinning, even while blood runs down his upper lip, and Roy laughs, bright and loud, bouncing his way over. Lifting his hand for a fistbump, he beams at Finn.]
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He's right up near Finn (not that he knows his name) when he sees the dude get elbowed in the face and start bleeding everywhere. It only takes a second to notice that dude is also still grinning, even while blood runs down his upper lip, and Roy laughs, bright and loud, bouncing his way over. Lifting his hand for a fistbump, he beams at Finn.]
Sweet, first mosh casualty of the night!