[color=palegreen]"And when the proverbial shit inevitably hits the fan, I'll be there to back you up- and subsequently deal with Rickard."[/color] Tony replied with a lazy yawn. As much as Tony chided Penelope for starting fights with the local hooligans, Tony got into fights almost as often as she did- usually it was to back her up, because there was no way he [i]wouldn't[/i] back up his partner, even if she was starting the fight unnecessarily. If she started a fight, they were finishing on top, and they'd figure out what to tell the Captain after they were out of trouble. Tony still had the sinking feeling that a fight was inevitably going to happen tonight, despite any attempted intervention on his part. There were going to be a lot of freshman, and plenty of drunk kids willing and ready to take advantage of one another tonight- including the Fitzroy pack, and knowing Penelope, she'd try to break up each and every one of those. Tossing and catching his cube with his hand, he made a mental note to change a few of the cubes out for cold iron before they left. 

[color=palegreen]"Well, cafeteria then? While, I don't particularly care for the cafeteria food-"[/color] Tony said with a stretch. [color=palegreen]"I'm too hungry to bother walking all the way into town."[/color]

The trip to the cafeteria was short, and quick- conversation was minimal, mostly minute details about the party and how they were planning on getting there together. The cafeteria itself was relatively empty, most of the new students were exploring the halls to find their classes, and most of the upperclassmen were still asleep. A few cliques occupied tables in the cafeteria, and the conversation was a dull roar. Luckily, fewer people meant shorter lines, and Tony was in and out of the line with a breakfast sandwich and apple in all but 10 minutes. 

As the two of them looked for a place to sit, Tony elbowed Penelope lightly, gesturing with his chin across the cafeteria. [color=palegreen]"Look, its our favorite people."[/color] he noted, referring to a group of shifters sitting in the corner. They wore the colors and letters of the Fitzroy Wolfpack, and while some of the younger members noticed Tony and waved, some of the older members regarded the two auxiliaries with dark glares.

[color=palegreen]"Well, they're not all bad.."[/color] Tony muttered, reasoning with himself more than Penelope. Some of the wolfpack were decent fellas, hell Tony even liked several of them, but for each one he was friendly with, there was another that he wasn't such a fan of. Darrel, the current pack lieutenant in particular despised Tony ever since a fight they got into freshman year. He looked at Penelope, and made a ubiquitous, "lets go" gesture towards another table.

[@Nightfury Kat]