Wayne shrugged when the chick declined the candy. Her loss. With that thought, and while she continued, he drew out a bit more of the sugar coated gummies and popped them into his mouth. Half pivoting let him keep her in sight, only to get distracted by all that color moving through the gym. His gaze followed the latest entrant, a bit of disappointment sinking his shoulders slightly at the knowledge that he wasn't the last one into the meeting hall, on her path to find her met by the other guy - since he didn't know what that thing by the stage was aside from something he didn't want to catch around his place at night - in the experiment. 

[i][b]<By my count, there are five others. So at least we're not alone.>[/b][/i]

[i]Fat lot of good that does us if everyone blows people off,[/i] Wayne mindfully retorted in his head. His gaze continued past the pink girl and the guy to notice another girl kind of standing off on her own. Maybe she would socialize. He was just about to start moving when the voice came back over the speaker. His gaze drifted up, almost as if looking at a speaker would tell him what the person speaking looked like; though, some of the impulse to look was just years of socialist training that you had to look at the person speaking to you. "Right, sounds like they're forcing a party," he said - not exactly to himself but not shouting either.

[i][u]{You mean they purposefully made people have to socialize with us? These guys are awesome!}[/u][/i]

[i][b]<I doubt anyone is being forced to socialize. It's just that they locked all of us in a room together and gave us the potential to get to know our neighbors.>[/b][/i]

[i][u]{I liked my idea better.}[/u][/i]

[i]So did I,[/i] Wayne thought. A sigh escaped him. His gaze dropped back down toward the girl sipping juice. [i]Second time's the charm.[/i]

A pleasant smile spread onto his face as he walked over to the girl (Chloe). "Care for a sweet? Candy's always best coming from strangers," he said, adding a wink to his toothy grin at the end. He offered out the bag to the girl. Who really knew if she'd go for the line. There was always a hope she would.