"Hello." Venin slumped in his seat, not focusing on the sudden 20-degree drop. He shook his head and went back to practicing beats, but the cold air around him was giving away his unhappy feelings. Venin raised an eyebrow at the red liquid in the bottle Yasmin was holding. He didn't dwell on it for long, though, after all, he shared his the drums with one of the undead. His mind began drifting off to music that morning. He was placed in the far back since the teacher didn't want him messing with the instruments. Cold and brass don't mix very well after all. Venin sat back up and put his attention on the girl messing around on the piano. He figured another friend wouldn't do him bad. Hopefully, she would be like his friend in music, Jack. Working up what little confidence he had, Venin introduced himself. "I'm Venin, what do they call you in this life?"