Any smoothness Party thinks he's retained at this point dissipates as one of his skates slips and he almost loses his balance. It's a little reminder in the back of his head that no amount of strutting and talking a good game can completely hide the awkward kid he used to be, but he's going to ignore it.

"Party Poison is my real name." He shrugs. "Unless I gave you another name..."

Giving a random name doesn't sound like him, but he's been known to break patterns here and there.