[color=silver]In retrospect, he probably should have given at least some kind of a warning before carelessly flicking the switch. Duncan was [i]not at all [/i]prepared for the sudden onslaught of light that followed, and suspected the girl in the room wasn't, either. The light [i]flooded [/i]the room in flickering waves, pushing aside the darkness that had once seemed endless.

For a moment, Duncan was sure he'd gone blind. For what felt like an eternity, he could see nothing but a sea of endless white. But [i]then[/i], ever so slowly, the room started to take form. Not that there was much to see; a countertop, cabinets, sink... and a [i]drain?[/i] As he'd expected, there were no windows - but the decor did not make him think of a basement, either. What kinda room [i]was [/i]this? 

He hadn't yet decided one way or the other when a nervous voice reminded him that he wasn't alone - [i]or[/i] the only one having second thoughts about Justin's involvement. With a quick, curious glance, he found the source of the (so far) disembodied voice; a girl head shorter than him, leaning against the opposing wall, almost as if cornered. 

Surely enough, Pebs definitely didn't look like the type to hang around with Justin, much less go along with his crazy schemes. She seemed like a nice girl, with a vaguely 'girl next door' vibe going on. Maybe it was the freckles. It was [i]definitely [/i]the freckles. 

She seemed nervous. He didn't blame her. 

[color=0099aa]"Yeah, 'bout that..." [/color]Duncan trailed off, crossing his arms in thought. He let his gaze wander around the strange room one more time, trailing along the plain walls, up to the peculiarly high ceiling - and back down to the seemingly misplaced drain. None of it looked befitting for a blind date, a prank one or otherwise. Too bad.[color=0099aa] "I might've jumped the gun there a little."[/color]

This wasn't Justin's doing. Or any of his friends', for that matter.

[color=0099aa]"Got no other guesses as to what's goin' on, though," [/color]Duncan didn't sound all that worried about it, his tone careless if vaguely thoughtful. He could feel a dozen unpleasant possibilities bubbling up somewhere in the back of his mind, but he kept them at bay by busying himself with a glance towards the door - and then back to Pebs.

[color=0099aa]"[i]Whatever [/i]it is, I'm ready to bail. You with me, Pebs?"[/color] he pointed a thumb back at the door behind him and grinned. [color=0099aa]"Could [i]really [/i]use a smoke right now."[/color]

Duncan recognized the familiar itch and the increasing discomfort it brought - but refused to acknowledge the cause. He just wanted a smoke. Not because he was [i]nervous[/i], or anything. Just... it had been a while.

With the promise of a good whiff ahead, Duncan reached for the handle to turn it and gave it a strong yank.[/color]