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[h1]Travis[/h1]

[i]Souls... Souls! Souls! Souls![/i]

Travis couldn't block out the voices, and now they were getting louder! His eyes dashed from side to side, he would look shifty as hell if someone could see his face. And... now a waitress came over. Shit! She was so polite too. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What does he do? He politely took the menu and smiled, but tried not to look at her. "Hehe, uhmmm, thank you." He weakly said. The boy's stomach felt like there was a rock in it, and his heart was going to jump out of his throat and onto the table. When the woman walked away, he exhaled with relief and slouched into the seat. However, what probably didn't help his situation was the nervous, nearly maniacal giggle that escaped his mouth.

"Hehe. Hehehehehehehehehe." 

FUCK!

Travis stood up straight almost immediately and decided to stare at the menu. He did have a bit of change in his pocket... he could get a drink. Where the hell did that laugh come from? Was it nervousness? Was it insanity? Did anyone hear him? He took his non-weapon hand and rubbed his face, like he just had a long day at school. He was really starting to feel the pressure of his predicament now. What... the... hell... does... he... do?