Clyde smoked out on the field with Chantelle, he could her the loud music being played in the gym. He pinched the bridge of his nose stopping an on coming headache, "How do they even think they sound good." He complained, something he tended to do often, "They sound like a dying cow." When the music died down he sighed in relief, "Why did I even come here? I mean really what did I expect from coming here?" he asked himself and looked over to his friend, "This place is so boring." He exclaimed tossing the now finished cigarette on the floor and stomping it out. "Well, okay let me rephrase that... It's boring to me. Not to be rude, but I can already tell you have plans to do 'your thing' with at least 2 people."