Only Acting Drunk (Open.)

[Jalen August]

It was a Friday night, and since school was almost over, Jalen wanted to have a little fun before summer hit and she would be going home for a couple weeks. Not unfamiliar with the clubbing scene, the blonde dressed up in a very elegant black spaghetti strap dress. The dress itself was backless, exposing her soft white skin to the rest of the world. She had straightened her hair until it was poker straight and had on only a small trace of eyeliner. It would smudge anyways in here, and she didn't want to look like a melting clown later into the night. The girl had two brain tumor shots before hitting the dance floor, dancing mostly with herself unless someone danced with her for a song or two.

Flashy in her silver sequined stilettos (which she made herself), Jalen already knew that the only way any guy was going to dance with her was if they thought she were at least a little bit tipsy. Honestly, the shots hadn't affected her at all - and it wasn't because of some power that she had. The blonde (despite her smaller stature) could hold her liquor pretty well - but no one really needed to know that. She just wanted to have a good time, and dance with somebody. It didn't mean she was going home with anyone, and so what if people thought she was a tease for dancing with men and then simply moving on to the next guy if things got too close.

At least she wasn't sleeping around with anyone who showed even a vague interest.

Jalen was in a very happy mood as she strolled into the washroom for a quick splash of water to her face. Too many bodies and not enough space equated to heavy volumes of sweat, and that didn't really look appealing, especially when it was glistening on your face. After freshening up, she tried to make her way back to the dance floor, but not before bumping into someone, accidentally making them spill their drink, the glass crashing to the floor. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She said, looking down at the ground. She thought about cleaning it up, but an irritated bartender was doing it before she could blink her eyes twice.

"What were you having? I'll buy you another one," she said loudly over the music to the unsuspecting person who's drink she'd spilled. Jalen was in a great mood, and while she may have seemed a little tipsy, she was just being her usual friendly self. Besides, it really was her fault that someone just lost their six dollar drink - she was just trying to right her wrong now.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole stood out back of the club while smoking a cigarette. It was his night off, but he didn't want to spend it cooped up in his dorm. He thought tonight would be a good night to get his mind off of the bad things and focus forward. He flicked his cigarette away and walked back inside.

The floor buzzed with activity. From girls flirting with guys in order to get them drinks to dancers moving in rhythmic unison to the beat of the music. He looked around, hoping to see some random fellow student from school, but nothing. Other than the locals and usuals that Cole saw while working, he really He started tuning out the music and loudness and focused his mind on the patrons near the bar.

It was then that he heard a glass shatter on the ground. He slowly made his way over toward the vacinity of the sound. IT was after he rounded the end of the bar he saw a recognizable face. As Jalen offered to replace the drink she'd destroyed, Cole interrupted, "No, I'll handle that." He said as he pulled out six bucks to cover the drink, "That should do it, bud. Go have another drink on me." He told the man, offering a false smile.

Cole took Jalen lightly by the arm and pulled her back around the bar, "Please don't be mad, but that's not the type of guy you want to chill with. I've seen him in here with a different girl every night for three weeks now. I've talked to him for about a total of five minutes and really do NOT like the guy." Cole said as he tried to explain his actions.

[Jalen August]

Looking up at the new voice, Jalen could only manage a smirk. It was Cole, the only thing standing between Zac and his death that day in the student lounge. What was he trying to do exactly? Watching the rather bummed looking guy step up to the bar to order another drink, the female let herself be dragged away by her fellow meta. “Sorry, didn’t mean to hit on your boyfriend,” she joked around with him. This would probably seem very strange to him, considering how she acted the first time she met him. Granted this was their second meeting, but first impressions were often the most important ones.

She was actually a bit surprised he was helping her at all, considering the number she did on LaRousse. Truly she was anything but mad – Cole seemed like the kind of guy who would be hard to dislike. Patting the boy’s hand around her arm, Jalen slipped out of his grip, a cool smile on her face. “I’m glad you don’t see me as a potential liaison for some creep in a bar,” she said, glancing at said creep, who was already talking to a different girl. “But,” she carried on, turning her attention back to Cole, “if you’ve been here as often as you claim, what does that make you?” Okay, so it was pretty insightful and she had used some colourful words – obviously he would know she wasn’t drunk. Not that she wanted to dance with him or anything...

“I’m just here to dance anyways, if he would’ve tried anything, he would be leaving with a different face than the one he came in with,” she said, rapping her fingers on the bar to the beat of the music. It was just something that happened naturally to those who lived and breathed music. This was probably the only place Jalen didn’t bring her iPod. She felt almost naked without it. “So if you’re not here to pick up chicks, why are you here?” She asked, subtly prying into the boy’s life. Sure they were in a club and the music was blaring up the yin yang, but that wouldn’t stop her from trying. She hadn’t forgotten what happened to Cole in her presence in the lounge, and while she may have come off as a cold bitch in response to his experience, Jalen was probably one of the most sensitive people on the planet.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole just laughed at her remark. He didn't even realize she was capable of making such jokes. He stood next to her at the bar merely listening to her words amidst the conversations around them. It was somewhat relieving for him to run into someone he knew here. Thought that did also have its downside, Cole couldn't exactly openly flirt with her because she was technically with JD.

He stood doing nothing for the longest time before ordering a drink. Had this been his workplace, he would've gotten them for free between performances. However, tonight he had to pay for what he drank, not that he had intentions of getting drunk or anything. "It makes me a guy who works at a club nearby that happened to be closed tonight so everyone came here. I recognize more than half of the people here from where I work at."

"Just here to dance?" Cole asked, his mind briefly flashing back to the night he'd met his now ex-girlfriend. She had just been at the club to dance, but fate had other ideas. "Last time someone said that to me, they crapped on my heart two months later." Cole said as the bartender slid a shot to him. He wasn't twenty-one, but they didn't know that and they didn't ask. He slammed it back and down his throat it went, barely even phasing him. He recovered as Jalen's question floated into his ears, "Honestly? I'm not sure. I was off tonight, so I decided to come out and have some fun, get my mind off of everything that's been happening." Cole said, hinting at the break-up with Taeyeon. "What are you doing out flirting with older guys? I thought you and JD were an item or something?"

[Jalen August]

Jalen stood there, blinking a few times before shaking her head and smiling to herself, looking down at her knuckles. Hadn't he told both her and Zac that dreadful day where he worked? Now she looked like a total moron. The only consolation was that it was far too dark in here for anyone to detect her bright red cheeks from embarrassment. "That would make sense..." She said simply, as nothing witty came to mind. Bringing her hands together to crack her knuckles (a nervous habit or hers), the blonde ordered a captain and coke and swished it around as her and Cole carried on.

Jalen managed to smile through the boy's obvious pain. "If I wasn't, I would have left with someone by now don't you think? Or left period. I mean, it's pretty late," she said, glancing around her. The bar was actually even more full than before, and it was a hell of a lot louder as well. Sighing audibly, Jalen really shouldn't expect anything less. Getting loud was just part of the fun of being drunk - or something like that. "I'm sorry that that happened to you, but not everyone is in the business of taking dumps on people's hearts," she said, unable to suppress the laughter that followed. Really, look at what they're talking about!

Sipping at her drink, the blonde nodded to his response. "That's strange," she said bluntly before going on to explain herself, "you see this scene all the time, it's where you met your ex, and you're here for fun?" It just didn't make sense to Jalen. If she got dumped by some guy, the last place she would want to be was where they first met, or whatever it was Cole and said ex did. "I don't see how that's gonna happen," she said, downing the rest of her drink and setting the empty glass on the counter. Unaffected by the drink, Jalen knew it would take a few more to get her vision a little blurry - and it was too expensive to accomplish.

"For the record, I totally spilled that dude's drink and I didn't want him to beat me up so I offered to buy him a new one," Okay, so she really didn't think he would beat her up - she was only trying to be funny. "I like JD,” she said, starring off out onto the dance floor, “but I have no idea if he’s interested in having that kind of relationship with me.” Jalen had no problem being real with people. In fact, it was her blunt honesty that often pushed people away – far away. “What’s with people always mentioning that when they see me anyways?” She asked, leaning against the bar now.

Some random guy had approached her while she was talking, trying to whisper something in her ear but she turned around and glared at him. It was a look that would kill and he got the message and left. “What about you Cole? Found yourself another love interest yet? Someone who’ll wipe all the crap off your heart?” She teased, joy in her eyes. This second encounter was much better than the first. Cole was more her... style, than Zac. Really anyone who wasn’t Zac was.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole looked at her, "I know it makes no sense, but even if Taeyeon hadn't met me here, my heart would still have been crapped on." Cole said as another shot slid his way and he knocked it back. Cole was sometimes a walking paradox, not to mention a cynical hypocrite to the general younger public. He smoked, yet he told kids not to, he drank alcohol but hateed when younger kids were allowed to do so by their parents.

"Hell, sweetheart, I don't know your tendencies. I don't know how late you like to be up, or how much you like to drink, or even how much you like sex, but that's a different story." Cole knew he'd probably taken that a bit too far, but that was one of his tendencies. "And yeah, I know not everyone is in that line of business." He chuckled as his third shot slid toward him.

As he knocked it back he listened to Jalen explain what had happened. "He wouldn't have touched you. That's the one thing this place doesn't tolerate. You hit a woman here and you're gone. It doesn't matter who started it, what she did, or anything like that, hitting a woman is inexcusable." Cole explained.

He heard her start talking about things with JD. He listened to her next few statements about how she felt and how she thought he felt towards her. Cole knew that feeling all too well, he'd been in her spot in recent years. He hated it, and was pretty sure that she did too, but what could he do about it? Finally his fourth shot reached his hand and he signaled the bartender that it would be his last.

He poured it into his mouth and swished it around for a bit, thinking on what to say to the beautiful young woman standing next to him. He swallowed the alcohol, feeling the strong burn all the way down. He turned to face her and leaned on the bar, "Honestly, if he doesn't want that kind of relationship with you, it's his loss." Did Cole just say that? He had thought of something else, but now there was no going back on that line. A line that usually started Cole's flirting persona.

Then she asked about his recovery from the break-up, "Do I have a new love interest? No. Have I thought about trying to find one? Absolutely. Honestly, I wouldn't mind calling you my girl, but I don't think you would want the job. Not that you couldn't handle it, but you just seem too laid back. Plus, I don't want to start any problems with JD. He's a cool guy, and a friend, even if we don't hang out that much."

[Jalen August]

Taeyeon... Hadn’t she just met the Asian girl? “I didn’t think she would be your type,” Jalen commented casually, not really sure how Cole would react to her knowing the girl. It wasn’t like she went to Hammel, and she hadn’t known the girl for long, so Jalen was praying that the boy wouldn’t have a break down and ask Jay how Tae was doing after the break up, etcetera etcetera. If anything, she was having the time of her life, considering she was the dumper.

“Well, I’m sorry it happened anyways, breakups are never easy,” she added, watching him down another drink. He had better be a tank, or else this was going to be a long and drawn out night. After his third drink, Jalen smirked. He sure had a smart mouth on him. “I say everything’s good in the right doses.” It was a smart thing to say, it didn’t really reveal anything about her, but was still witty. Didn’t all women have their way of seemingly answering things, without actually doing so? “Do you get a discount on drinks or something here?” She asked, wondering why Cole was just pounding them back – other than Tae.

Jalen was happy to learn about the bar’s expectations. “I think that’s a policy that should he applied everywhere,” she said, raising her empty glass in the air in a mock toast. A bright grin returned to the blonde’s face, “You can’t lose what you don’t have,” There she went again, spitting out witty and insightful remarks. This was usually the way Jalen responded to guys flirting with her – hard to get. She was about to add that JD was the first guy she had met who had respected her, but that would be a lie, considering Cole was exuding the same attitude.

Ordering another drink just to have something in her hands, Jalen cupped it carefully and listened to Cole speak. Did they always have to turn the music louder and louder in here? Luckily for her, she could simply turn down the dial in her own mind and better listen to the boy. She scoffed, followed by laughter. “Too laid back? Were you completely unconscious when I brought LaRousse to his knees?” She asked, sipping at her drink. “Plus, you don’t even know me,” she kept on with the conversation, unable to take a compliment.

Half way done her current drink, Jalen smiled and sighed. Would it be awkward to ask Cole to dance with her? She didn’t want to be some rebound. “So, what’re your super powers then?” She asked, taking another sip of her drink and trying to keep the conversation light. Maybe once she got to know him a little better, she would feel less inclined to cheer him up by dancing with him.

[Cole Kessler]

"Honestly I don't exactly have a 'type', sweetheart." Cole said using quotation fingers as he spoke. In reality, he didn't have a type. He liked women in general, though some more than others, but he'd never really taken the time to consider having a type. "Besides, after six years of dating, enjoying the relationship, hell, commiting to it and being dumped? I know how to spot the bad ones." He said with a slight chuckle

"Considering there's only been one other girl that has ever made me feel like I am now? You'd figure that I'd be used to this shit, having been through it before." Cole said lightly. "Tae knows more about me than anybody else that I hang out with or socialize with here and more than a handful back at home." He added, "It's not like I'm worried she'll reveal my secrets, mainly because I don't have any, but still...... This is rediculous." He finished as he looked around them.

The music seemed to get louder as he spoke. That's one thing he hated about some clubs. Instead of having live bands they would use satellite radio or a jukebox and play it all night long with no breaks. "Discount? I wish, girl, but then again it's better that I don't. If I was getting discounted drinks, I would be completely annihilated right now." He laughed.

She brought up what happened the other day in the lounge, "Oh, I was conscious, but you were also angry. I didn't mean to insult you when I said that. You just seem.......," Cole paused to think, "I would have to hang out with you more to be honest. This is the second time we've socialized since you started here."

Cole gave in and ordered one more drink, his fifth of the night. As it slid down the bar and came into his hand, Jalen spoke once more. "Electrokinesis, and, I wouldn't call them 'super' powers. My control has really stepped up here lately. I finally got to where I can create my own electrical currents and turn them into projectiles." Cole explained, "Damn near killed myself yesterday. Using everything with Taeyeon as fuel to train. Doing too much too quick too angry with very little sleep ain't really good for the body."

Cole downed his hopefully final drink and looked back at Jalen, "I do have a super power, though, Jay. Would you like to know what it is?"

[Jalen August]

Jalen managed a smile, taking another gulp of her drink. She didn’t really agree with him, but she wasn’t going to say so. No reason to get him mad, he hadn’t done anything wrong other than act delusional. If he knew how to pick them so well, why did he get dumped after two months? “I always thought it was good to have some kind of idea of what you wanted out of a relationship though,” Jalen said, trying to justify and rearrange what she had said earlier.

“Did you love her?” The blonde asked boldly, a serious look on her face. While she was having fun before, there were moments where she was quite intent on trying to have an intimate conversation with one. Jalen didn’t want to be just about having fun. Life happened sometimes, and it was good to have someone to talk to when things didn’t go the way you planned. She had been through a couple relationships before, but nothing serious. No one ever seemed to want to stick around for the long run. It was why she knew better now that to go home with just anyone who showed even a little interest in her.

Laughing, Jalen sighed and waved her hands in an offhandish manner, “Don’t even worry about it.” The blonde wasn’t easily offended, and she imagined Cole would have to try very hard to be as annoying and irritating as Zac. “I think you’re pretty chill yourself, considering how you reacted to your breakup in the lounge...” She stated simply, finishing off her second drink and putting in on the bar. Cole was also easy to talk to and very real, and Jalen really liked that about him. “Yeah, we should hang out more.”

Nodding along at Cole’s power explanation, she thought it was much more interesting than her own. He seemed older than her, didn`t he know better than to fuel abilities with strong emotions? It was a recipe for disaster. After yet another couple of drinks, the boy was asking her if she wanted to know what is true super power was, and her eyebrows furrowed as her lips smiled. Should she be worried? “Yeah? What is it?” She asked, leaning onto the bar to give Cole her full attention.

[Cole Kessler]

"To some it is better to know what you want out of a realtionship." Cole concurred, but his opinion wasn't the same. "But I'm not most people, Jay," he laughed, "I like to live for the moment. For most of my life I've winged it, in every aspect of the phrase. I like to just go with the flow." He explained calmly.

Then Jalen asked if he loved her. Who did she mean? The question had many answers. Cole knew who she meant, for sure, but he didn't know how to answer it. His thought process wheel couldn't land on a definite answer, so he avoided the question, "Who? Taeyeon or the girl who crapped on my heart before her?" He asked wittily.

She agreed with him that they needed to hang out more, but hell, he wasn't sure when. Wasn't sure what she liked to do, wasn't sure where she usually hung around at school. "Absolutely, sweetheart, hell you should come watch me race sometime. Well, I say race, but I don't know if that's what you could call it." Cole laughed, "I move faster than anybody else out there."

Cole smiled when she asked her question. He needed to think for a minute on a new witty comment to make at this point. He had one thought up but it suddenly disappeared. He thought for a minute, signaling the bartender for a sixth drink and waving it off, once more saying it would be his last. His drink raced across the bar as his mind raced through his thoughts. He knocked it back and scanned the area around them once more; looking for something to remind him of his answer from earlier.

The dance floor buzzed with activity as new people joined the party and some removed themselves from the lighter areas of the club itself, "My real Super Power is dancing." He laughed.

[Jalen August]

Jalen didn't want to keep arguing with Cole, even though she really wanted to. She just didn't want to ruin a good night. She hadn't mentioned that she didn't have a specific type either, and she usually went with the flow as well. When it came to men, she liked anyone from rocker types, to cowboys. "I've dated a lot of assholes, so I think it's good, for me at least, to be able to spot who those are before anything gets too serious," she said, carrying on with the topic of dating and what to do and how.

"Taeyeon," Jalen said in clarification. Just how many girls had Cole been with? And how many did allow so close to him that he got hurt every single time? It was strange, to see the same patterns that she saw in herself in someone else. Maybe everyone let people in too far only to get burned. Maybe she wasn't as quick to love as she thought.

Fast cars always intrigued the blonde, even though she knew little about them. What she knew was from the video games her and her brother played, and that was limited. "I'd love to, when's your next race?" She asked with a bright smile. It was easy to tell when Jalen was actually excited about something. She usually tried to keep her cool, but sometimes she just liked to express what she felt. Some might even think her adorable for the certain reactions she had - which she hated.

A devious smirk sprang across Jalen's face and she looked to the dance floor. It was pretty packed with bodies, but there could be room for Cole to prove what he said. "Alright, let's see what you got wonderboy," she challenged, pushing away from the bar towards the dance floor. Even if Cole didn't come with her, she was here to dance, and she would do that with, or without his apparent super powers.

[Cole Kessler]

So she did know what kind of hells Cole had been through. That was a relief to him. There wasn't many poeple in Pilot Ridge that could relate to young man's life, but apparently she could, "And I've dated alot of bitches so, I mean, we both know what we gotta do to get through that shit." Cole spoke, his tone still serious, but with a slight chuckle throughout. He liked this little fun conversation they were having, it was rejuvenating for him and his emotional state.

"Did I love her?" Cole asked himself the question just to re-iterate it. He still wasn't sure about how to answer the inquiry. In his heart, he knew he did, but they'd only been together for two months. Taeyeon had said it first, but Cole had said it back without hesitating. He thought on it for a another few seconds and finally answered, "I'm not sure. I mean, she said the words first, but I didn't hesitate saying it in return, like my mind was anticipating it. So I'm not entirely sure I can answer that question. I mean I did, but I'm not sure."

Cole smiled when she seemed to light up and asked about his next race, "Actually," Cole said as he pulled out his phone to check the time, "It's one-thirty now, so about twelve hours until I hafta be at the track." He laughed, "So you got three options: stay with me tonight, pull an all-nighter with me, or come knocking on my dorm door really early in the morning. It's about a two hour drive to get there."

Cole followed her out onto the dancefloor. "Wonderboy? I ain't Jeff Gordon, sweetheart. And I don't wanna be him either, but I would like to have his money." Cole laughed as he began to let the music fuel his movement.

[Jalen August]

“Here’s to never dating another bitchy asshole again!” She said, raising nothing but her fist in a kind of salute and another round of “Here here!” It was good to see the mood lightening up a little. If people didn’t go through hard things, they wouldn’t appreciate the good times handed to them, and Jalen wanted to think they were both having a good time. What Cole needed to do to get through ‘that shit’, was beyond her though. That could mean any number of things.

“If you’re not sure, then you didn’t,” Jalen said bluntly. She was no love expert, and had never been there, but she knew in her heart that when she was finally in love, there would be no question about it. It didn’t have to be fiery and passionate (although that would be a plus), but sometimes love comes softly, like good friends turning into lovers after a couple years. “Ah hell, what do I know?” She asked to no one in particular. The blonde smiled at herself and sighed – she didn’t always have to try and sound like she had it all together.

Pretending to think over the three options, Jalen didn’t hesitate, “One of the first two please, I’m not really a morning person,” she said, a grin passing over her face. “And if you think I was angry with Zac, man you don’t wanna see the kind of monster I become when the sun rises. It’s basically like a grizzly bear being woken up from hibernation,” she rambled on, not really minding being called ‘sweetheart’. If Cole wasn’t, well, Cole, he wouldn’t have gotten away with it.

“Money can’t buy you happiness, or so the saying goes,” Jalen commented, swaying her hips to the beat of some hip-hop song that she was currently playing. She loved dance music. Really, she loved any kind of music. Music was good for all kinds of things: dancing, relaxing, running, and in her opinion, all styles were good in the right setting. Glancing at Cole, the blonde decided he wasn’t that bad of a dancer. Not that great, but not bad either. Someone collided with Jalen temporarily, but both parties brushed it off. They were on a dance floor after all, there wasn’t room for personal boundaries.

“You’re not that bad!” She shouted over the music and screaming/laughing people. This wasn’t exactly the best place to conduct a conversation. Maybe once the song was over, Jalen could go back to acting crazy and having fun. “So what’re we supposed to do all night?” She asked. The question was straight and to the point, and she wasn’t trying to be suggestive about it at all. Really, what were they gonna do once the bar closed?

[Cole Kessler]

The duo moved their bodies to the beat of the music playing. As the song changed Cole's movement style changed. It was after about five minutes or so that he realized he wasn't drunk enough, nor were they playing the right music for him to tap into his inner "Travolta" and show how great he really was. If she really wanted to see him break it down, he was gonna need at least a bottle of vodka to mix with the six shots he'd already had.

As the two of them danced, Cole took a couple of steps closer to her in order to here her better as she spoke. The dance floor really wasn't the place to talk, but if they were standing close enough, they would be able to halfway converse at least. "Remember how I said I liked to wing it? I'm just going with the flow right now, Jalen." He told the girl.

As the song changed to a much slower song, he stood still, offering his hand to her for a slow dance, "Well, I could think of a few things we could do." Cole said, trying not to sound perverse.

[Jalen August]

Jalen grinned, closing her eyes for a moment to concentrate on the various sounds around them. "I think you like the sound of my name," she said, her eyes still closed, "a lot." He had only said it like three or four times now, and while she knew it was a unique name, it wasn't that interesting. Maybe he was getting tipsy? Anyways, the blonde pushed away the sounds of people breathing and laughing, and even the music itself, just so she could hear better. At the same time, she amplified her voice so Cole would be able to hear her better.

When she opened her eyes, the boy had stepped a bit closer to her, and she gladly accepted his hand. "I could write you a pretty little ballad," she said dramatically, for no reason at all. She was just having fun. However, Jalen wrote songs quite a bit, and she could actually see herself somewhere cozy, writing songs about the failure of Cole's relationship - not that he would appreciate that...

Her long elegant fingers gripped both of Cole's shoulders as she stared up at him. He just didn't look like the type of guy to enjoying taking things slow, but looks could be deceiving. Jalen knew that, but she couldn't help but think about it anyways. A moment or two passed and she glanced over his shoulders, not really sure what else to say. It was going to be a long night if this carried on...

The song changed over soon enough to something more catchy, and Jalen released Cole from her gripped, bopping her head to the beat. A big smile returned to her face, and she was glad to be out of the serious mood her mind had been in. Tonight just wasn't supposed to be serious, not when one was wearing sparkly shoes. If Cole wanted to keep talking, they'd have to go somewhere else.

Once that song was over, Jalen approached Cole with a grin and took both of his hands in hers. "Outside we go!" She said enthusiastically. Leaving the dance floor first, and the club second, the blonde couldn't help but feel like someone was watching them as they left. It's not like they were going to the back or anything, and like Jalen stated before, she just wasn't that kind of girl.

Stepping into the cool night, the seventeen year old took in a deep breath of fresh air, and finally let go of Cole's hands. "My head was starting to hurt in there, just needed some fresh air, ya know?" She asked the boy, running her hands through her hair, which wasn't that straight anymore - more like wavy.

Suddenly, someone was approaching them and Jalen's eyes grew wide. Stepping closer to Cole, the blonde touched his forearm and nodded behind him, trying to get him to turn around. It was that guy who's drink she had smashed earlier. He was by himself, and he didn't look very happy; actually he looked pretty drunk.