Tom Porter
"I guess you all got the invitation, too, yeah?" Tom heard the newest girl to arrive say, looking up. He nodded, sipping his coffee.
"Weird? Definitely. But an all-expenses paid trip to Germany? A chance to escape – well, life, for a little while? I'll take that any day, weird or not." Leaning back and rubbing his temples, he muttered, "That party popper was a bitch to clean up, though."
Looking up from his coffee, Tom looked around at the two new people to arrive. The first one, a girl who was very pretty – in Tom's opinion – seemed rather shy. Couldn't blame her, since she dropped herself into a foreign land at the expense of an unknown host, for reasons that are as of yet a mystery. When he put it that way, Tom wasn't sure why he had thought it was a good idea. The second one was definitely not shy, having the guts to initiate a conversation with a bunch of people that were strangers to one another. But you'd have to have guts to agree to go on this adventure, I suppose. Tom looked up at the ceiling, then immediately regretted it, flinching subtly – although the lighting is quite comfortable, looking directly at it is not, and doing so with a hangover is even worse. Taking another sip of coffee, he sighed.