[center][h2][color=lightcoral] Maren [/color][/h2][/center]

[@Mr Allen J][@Gisk][@Polyphemus]

This was really starting to max out her brain, it all just seemed too..realistically improbable? Something like that. There was simply no way that she had burned the girl with her hand. Besides, Zoey had been touching her not a moment before and nothing happened to [i]her[/i].It was obvious she was far more drained by her trip than she thought [color=lightcoral]"Yes...something clearly is going on...or I am still feeling the after effects of--"[/color] Maren let out a little cough. Thinking that admitting  to having been in the woods the whole weekend decompressing from LSD was not something to admit in the middle of a public cafe [color=lightcoral]"...Anyway, I am going to go with that. So...you just...have fun and I am...a... going to go home,"[/color] Maren used the entrance of the new girl  as a distraction to slip out. She made a point to not look at the sky as she left. 

The cool air felt nice on her face and at once, she started to feel a lot more exhausted. Although the night was young by her normal standards, it was just one of those nights where bed was the best course of action. 

She didn't make it far when she came across Mr. Miles himself as well as Bae and...Tree-Sapling or something. While she didn't mind hearing what the girls had to say...usually, and they occasional good points, she didn't really have the energy to be told she was a horrible person for something she did and didn't know it was wrong.  It was only after the two had wandered off that she approached the rich boy. 

[color=lightcoral]"Hey Trouble, the Social Justice Warriors give you smack again for your rich white male privilege?"[/color] To be honest, if it weren't for her parents, she probably wouldn't have much to do with Miles. But he wasn't [I]that[/I] bad he.... Well, he had some good points.

 Usually, when they hung out it was a mix of him talking and Maren kinda listening... But he liked to go fast and  had the best toys. He was a danger to himself and others... And Maren...liked that about him. She also liked to hang out with him to see how much she could get him to spend in one go. It was a bit of a game she liked to play.

[center][h2][color=1E90FF] Rhys [/color][/h2][/center]

His dad wasn't home yet. While inconvenient, it wasn't unusual for his dad to get home from fishing at midnight or one depending on how far he had drifted during the day. It was a lot scary when he was younger and worse during the winter when it was cold.  But it was just a part of being a fisherman...or so his dad said. Fishing never took half as long when Rhys went along.  

After waiting about an hour, Rhys finally got hungry enough to head up to the cafe. He used to hide out there when it was winter and his dad was late. Now that he had more money, he was actually able to afford to buy a cup now and again.  

The lights shot across the sky just as Rhys was approaching the cafe, he stood there  staring at them for a few minutes before reaching to open the door. And the handle...well, crumbled was the only way to describe  what happened.  Like it had rusted through.  Holding the the remnants of the handle, a very confused Rhys chose to ...knock at the door.