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He pulled his guitar case from his back and hugged it close like a shield between him and everyone else. His fingers itched to play, he came down from a panic attack, but he needed to completely calm down. This wasn't the time for it though. If he could lock himself away and alone with his music, he'd feel better about the situation, clear his mind enough to figure out how he's going to get home as shitty as it was. He kept his eyes on Zoey and Penny. Blondie went upstairs, then she came back a few minutes later. She didn't sit anywhere near him. Good. But he wasn't safe from her attention. He tensed up when she spoke to him.

“Hey dude, I saw what happened out there. Are you feeling okay?” The pen twirled and twirled and twirled in her hand. “Want something to drink?”

She voice was soft and she genuinely seemed concerned. That's different from Sandy. She would've told him to get over himself and stop being a pussy. He wasn't old enough for alcohol, but water didn't sound like a bad thing.

"Just a water, please." He kept his voice down, 'fraid to draw anymore attention to himself.

The door opened right after he spoke up. There was a black girl that looked like she stepped out of a voodoo movie. Her tattoos were pretty cool, but she was dressed the worst for the weather. She looked familiar with Penny. He's not sure if that was good thing or not. Does everyone know each other, except for him?  

"Umm... hey. Do any of you guys know where we are? Or what's going on?"

Right behind her a blue haired girl walked in and apparently they weren't together. Is there going to be anyone else that reminds him of his ex popping up? How's the supposed to cope if he has to look at a constant reminder. He supposes it could be worse. People that look like his family could show up, then he'd be doomed.

He shook his head to answer voodoo girl's question. "Nope."