[center][h1]Grane Blauer[/h1][/center]

[color=004b80]"A party? Damn bro, You just want me to violate parole huh?"[/color] Grane picked out a business card from his stack. It seemed professionally made, something he hadn't expected, but, what the hell. At least he was getting a party! sort of. It didn't seem as if class was starting anytime soon, the professor was MIA as far as he knew, so it was a perfect time to invite everyone. Grane began tossing cards on the desks of students present in history class. [color=004b80]"Party coming up. Call my man Gren for more details!"[/color] He haphazardly threw cards and people, as if they were singles and he was the richest guy to have ever lived. [color=004b80]"It'll be great! Booze, noodles, steak, blackjack, hookers, we're going to have it all![/color] Grane soon had cards on everyone's desk, and took his own seat to prepare for class.