"Holy ghost..." Hex muttered when he walked in. From reading the Bible when he was younger, he'd learned a lot about the places mentioned, but this was absolutely Gomorrah. Yet, it was a party, and he'd promised to come, so there he went. He saw Santana and Alex making out on the couch and felt a small twinge of jealousy. Santana was hot. Yet, he ignored it and went to get some beer. He drank a can, then started to dance. Some of the Cheerios were in a group, looking at him and giggling, whispering to each other. The one he'd winked at after the mastch was there, so he went over. "Hey, ladies." He said smoothly. "I'm looking for someone... photogenic." They giggled even more and he glanced over at Alex again, looking for a sign of what to do next. Not that he'd get one, as his friend looked busy, but there could be something.