[color=6ecff6][center][h2][i][b]Connor[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]
Connor gave Dylan a playful wink when the latter commented on his punctuality.  There was something really great about having the ol' Raccoon Rumbler as a buddy.  Dylan never seemed like the type of guy that would judge you and was generally a lot of fun to rap with when it came to breaking down and analyzing flicks.  

He then did his best yearbook pose, coupled with the cheesiest of grins, when Darcy commented on his presentability.  He knew it came from a place of love and, subsequently, happily accepted the energy drink tossed his way.  Even though this group was here tonight on 'business', there was definitely a familial bond to some degree.  It always seemed like they were looking out for one another, without even having to ask.  As Connor cracked open the container and raised the drink to his lips, he warmly reflected upon that notion...

...until a two-toned roar erupted from behind them!  As Connor's nostrils erupted in twin sprays of mocha-frappe-snot, he gagged for a moment and bent over, allowing his facial orifices to drain onto the ground.  As he looked up, he could see Nora and Jason seemingly all too proud of themselves for the fright.

"[color=6ecff6]Jeebus, guys![/color]" he managed between a couple of awkward burps and unwieldy laughter. As he tried to regain composure, he stood up straight and wiped his face with his sleeve before taking in a big sniff.  "[color=6ecff6]Coffee tastes weird when it's in your nose.  Do. Not. Recommend.[/color]"  He then wiggled his nostrils nervously like a rabbit and looked on as Darcy headed toward the doors.  This was it.  Go time.

Connor gestured for the rest of the team to move on ahead of him into the big haunted building like a gentleman would.  Or like a coward would.  It was definitely one or the other...