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	Well... good news was he was able to acquire this muscle heads attention.

	Bad news was Derick wasn't what he used when he was younger, so he wasn't able to preemptively run away once he managed to piss off juiced up roid-rager. The first reaction to being shaken around like this dudes future child was to grasp onto the guys arms and futility attempt to shove him off, but j-fuckin' christ, he was gripping him like a cowboy trying to hold on to a bronco for his life.

	While he did listen to the insults he spewed out, his bark... honestly did not affect him as Derick grit his teeth, watching the world swirl around in front of Hagan who was spewing spit and fury onto his face. He grimaced just a bit as he was drenched in the guys saliva. Changing tactics, he let one hand go of the the super sensitive manly man who had his pride wounded and began trying to escape the guys grasp.

	Luckily for Derick, he was too busy screaming that he had a pencil dick or some bullshit at him as the world swirled around for what felt like an eternity. If the dude kept this up, Derick felt he might actually understand what this guy experienced as a baby.

	Aside from the illegible screaming of the beast, he was able to barely make out another voice trying to tame this tumblr triggered temper tantrum of a human being. The only words he was able to make out was chill out, party, loaded, and something about their asses freezing. Derick honestly couldn't turn his head to face the dude, but did his best to respond while this marrow for brains manhandled him.

	[color=aba000]"Chshieel ah-ah-aot is tha-ah la-as' thi-i-ing to sa-a-a-ay,"[/color] he managed to croak out between shakes, Derick began being thrust back and forth even more violently once his other grip loosened. His other arm was fully free of his hoodie, but now he had to work the other... which was a pain in the ass due to being shook around like a soda.

	After a few seconds of wiggling back and forth, his arm shifted around as it bounced out of its hole... which meant the last thing was in order - his head...

	... which was fairly simple.

	As soon as the epitome of this universities education shook Derick froward, he was propelled out of his hoodie, causing him to tumble and roll backwards a bit. Underneath the hoodie, he was wearing a simple white t-shirt... which wasn't enough to hide his tattoo nor stave off the chill, but still.

	Regardless, Derick was a bit dizzy, but he quickly did his best to recover from this whole shebang, scrambling to get back up as he woozily tried to adjust himself. From the way he was wobbling and walking back and forth, most people might assume that he was completely smashed from the way he stumbled to try and regain some semblance of balance.

	Of course, while he was doing this, the music began to... dial down. Derick was pondering on if he just went deaf thanks to this asshat shaking him around, but that was quickly dismissed. Instead, the aura of the party went from one of sheer ecstasy to one of... bloodlust.

	That's what he could gather from the loud amounts of cacophony of bloodcurdling screams that were emanating from inside. his eyes widened as he turned his head instantly towards the "VIP Lounge," stumbling towards it as he began to finally stabilize after taking a few steps.

	Ok, yeah, there was something wrong here... so fuck these two, they were the least of his worries.

	[color=aba000]"It was nice meeting you Fagen, or whatever th' hell your name is and your fucking friend, but I've got more important things to deal with than deal with some roid rage,"[/color] he shouted as he broke into a sprint, quickly fleeing in the other direction.

	As he dashed away, he felt like he was going to stumble and faceplant into the dirt as he passed by a curious onlooker who was lurching towards the entrance. From there on out, the scene became a lot clearer as he heard a random passerby shout out to call 911 and that there was some psycho in there lopping people apart.

	Yeah, as much as he wanted to get outta dodge... Kim and Jordan were in there, and he was not leaving their asses behind... not that he had much of a choice anyways; Jordan had his keys, but still.

	Droves of people were leaving the vicinity, some caked in blood, some not, but this was looking to be a real bad fucking situation at the moment... and the worst part about it all?

	He was certain 911 would have a real difficult time getting here with a [i]fuckload of people calling for them![/i] Derick just groggily shook his head as he dashed around the side, bumping into someone and was almost sent sprawling down onto the ground. Struggling to maintain a sense of balance once again, he lunged forward, almost tripping over and diving face first into the ground as he made it towards the entrance.

	Derick closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy as the screams drowned out any semblance of rational thought. He felt his heart pumping, circulating the blood throughout his body, the wind of people rapidly accelerating past him. He could just leave now, try to hitch a ride with another person... so why did he decide to go against the tide and push past all these droves of people?!

	... fuck if he knew as he began whipping his head around, searching for any signs that Jordan or Kim was around.

	[color=aba000]"Kim, Jordan, the hell are you two,"[/color] his cries and plights rang out, only to be drowned out by the sound of other voices, pleading for survival. Derick furrowed his brows and groaned, placing a hand onto a part of his face, obscuring it a bit.

	Despite how bored and irritated he appeared at this whole sitch, Derick's breathing was still heavy, and his pupils began to slowly dilate.

	... yeah, he was definitely going to get hammered when he got back to the dorm.