Augie took off his headphones when Ron answered the door, and with a smile, said [color=A43333]"Hey, man. Not too bad, how about you?"[/color]. He realised that Ron couldn't see his smile under his gas mask halfway through his sentence, but he didn't bother taking it off.
   [color=609563]"Party is being held down in the basement. Bernie is already down there so go join her and make yourself at home."[/color], was Ron's reply. Augie shrugged, and walked down the stairs. He paused whatever song was playing on his phone on the way down, stopping the faint beat that had previously been surrounding him. The awkwardness of walking around other people's houses washed over Augie as he stepped into the surprisingly nice basement. The stark silence of the room took him off guard, and only made him feel a little more strange. [color=A43333]"How's it hanging, Bernie?"[/color], he asked quietly. Raising an eyebrow, he regarded the girl and her costume [color=A43333]"You would've been cold on your way here."[/color], he said.

Just then, Ron walked down the stairs, humming the Randy Savage fanfare, Isaac in tow. [i][color=A43333]"Oh, Isaac would really be hating such a flamboyant entrance. I think..."[/color][/i] Augie thought with a chuckle. All up though, it [i]was[/i] quite impressive. [color=A43333]"Dude, you pull that off so well!"[/color], he said with a laugh and an impressed shake of the head. As awkward as poor Isaac probably felt, the entrance broke right through the ice Augie felt. He could already tell this was going to be a good night.