Rick had been jogging for a couple minutes before he got to the hall. As he arrived he noticed that it was kinda dingy, not like his house he had just left, but in a homely way. When he entered the building he noticed another one of his neighbors had already beaten him to the punch. She was a small thing, and she seemed to be taken with the stage. As he walked around the place, Rick tried not to gauge it for choke points, sniper positions, and hidden bombs but it was a little harder than it sounded. With a sigh Rick grabbed a cup of juice, opened his flask, and poured the contents in. A little kidney courage never hurt. 

As more of his neighbors entered the room, he noticed that there were quite a few characters among them. At least it wouldn't get boring. With that Rick stood around the chairs, not really wanting to sit down after having to for hours.