Originally posted by Tela
Allor laughed. "and that is why I date you." she said. She gave her stick to someone who'd just walked in. "I thik I'm going to go downstairs.
Derek put his stick down and followed her. A short, heavy, slightly dangerous looking teenager with black dreadlocks down past his shoulders was sitting in a chair nearby, fiddling with a guitar. A girl who looked a little like him was pounding a rhythm out on her knee.