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Right as Claire was collecting her bearings, two other meatheads walked up.

One was a neckbeard she never seen or heard of before, but the other... well, Claire had been in Farmer Hill long enough to know about Clayton - a trouble maker. Nothing like a thug, but he was known for getting into shit ([i]Just like me[/i]). Claire, of course, couldn't help but be aware of him. They were the bad seeds of Farmer Hill, after all. But, they never interacted, mostly because Claire couldn't be arsed to deal with a joke like him. She rolled her eyes at him asking Hagan if she was giving him trouble.

"... Even if I was," Claire started off. "Like you can do anything about it."

"Hey, hey, hey, buttercup," Hagan immediately stepped between the two, because he can see when something's gonna get ugly. Uglier than Clayton that is. "No need for all the spice! We're all friends here, right guys?"

Claire merely let out a "Hmph." sound.

"But, Clayton, my main man," Hagan said with a smile as he leaned up against the wall. The brown bomber jacket flowing as he looked at the two. "In here's the VIP lounge, some heavy shit's going on in there, if you know what I'm saying." He chuckled as he jabbed a thumb backwards.

"... Heavy shit you're not participating in." Claire quietly said to herself as she rolled her eyes, her words drowned out by the loud music.

"I'm only allowed to let in the big names, like you, me, and Claire, here for example..." He shrugged as he raised both hands, before he suddenly pointed at Everett. "But, Mother Theresa there would have to party outside with the rest of em'."