[b]Tom Porter[/b]

[i]"I guess you all got the invitation, too, yeah?"[/i] Tom heard the newest girl to arrive say, looking up. He nodded, sipping his coffee.

"Weird? Definitely. But an all-expenses paid trip to Germany? A chance to escape – well, [i]life[/i], for a little while? I'll take that any day, weird or not." Leaning back and rubbing his temples, he muttered, "That party popper was a bitch to clean up, though."

Looking up from his coffee, Tom looked around at the two new people to arrive. The first one, a girl who was very pretty – in Tom's opinion – seemed rather shy. Couldn't blame her, since she dropped herself into a foreign land at the expense of an unknown host, for reasons that are as of yet a mystery. When he put it that way, Tom wasn't sure why [i]he[/i] had thought it was a good idea. The second one was definitely [i]not[/i] shy, having the guts to initiate a conversation with a bunch of people that were strangers to one another. But you'd have to have guts to agree to go on this adventure, I suppose. Tom looked up at the ceiling, then immediately regretted it, flinching subtly – although the lighting is quite comfortable, looking directly at it is not, and doing so with a hangover is even worse. Taking another sip of coffee, he sighed.