Heph slowly regained his composure and wandered further into the room. "Yo is this the place? You know, [I]the PLACE.[/I]" His voiced carried to no one and anyone. They all seemed nice enough but far too quiet for his tastes. Quiet means thoughts and thoughts are bad, m'kay. "I, uh, got a flyer for an [I]AA MEETING[/I] and just wanna make sure this is the [I]plaaaace."[/I] Unfortunately for Heph he was competing with a tray of danishes and a ridiculous amount of milk.

"Seriously, what's up with y'all and milk? And nobody even got some for the cat?" Meandering toward the snack table, several bangles clanged together as he filled one calloused hand with dairy and brought it to the nearby feline's face. "Who brought him anyway? Black cats are bad luck."