The lobby was a trashed wreck. Paint hung off the walls in clumps, ceiling panels had eroded from the damp and heavily rusted waiting benches were strewn about the place. Chad started to doubt whether his idea was really that awesome; hanging around at an abandoned hospital sounded great in his mind, but the party premises of the Gods was shabbier than shabby. Still, the show had to go on. 

Walking up to one of the benches, he threw down the crate of bud he'd been cradling under his arm. He quickly tore a bottle free from its cardboard prison, and flipped the cap off. The cold liquid felt good going down, and offered a brief distraction from his surroundings. Pulling the bottle away, he finally lit the cigarette that'd been perching precariously in the corner of his mouth. He spluttered as the first drag went down, but quickly mastered himself. [i]C'mon man, there's chicks here, can't be doin' none of this amateur crap.[/i]

Chad smiled as he heard Fuyu battering at Chel with her ruler. Those were two weird kids, not that he'd ever go on to say as much. 

"Why don't you two just go find a room and get it on already?" He said grinning.