It was very hard to find the goofball playing with the nametags. In a room full of so many people of all shapes and sizes, he could hide until he was ready to strike.
He hadn't wanted to come to this stupid thing at all, but his stupid father had insisted. Well, he was learning now. He'd snuck off and stolen the nametag from some little kid, and given his nametag to his father, running off after his father ran off to play to cover his tracks. He'd given his dad's nametag to someone else, and onward. It was fun...he felt powerful choosing people, knowing they would change the way he chose.
He had the tag of some sexy woman in business outfit. Who would be the most fun to force it on? He looked around. He thought he'd finally lost those two guys.
