Peter in the library with the revolver, open.

[pj]

Peter turned his head to the boy next to him, a slightly cynical smirk on his face. "Must

have been hard having to socialize at mommy and daddies partys." He teased lightly, maybe he was kinda harsh to the new guy...but he still couldn't get over that strange little aggravation that was thrust upon him on first impressions.

"And sharing dope only gets messy if you run out." Peter said with a grin propping up his head with one hand, he let out a small sigh. "first impressions are a bitch, anyway my room mate is...um interesting a guess, you expect some reaction walking around in semi revealing underwear...but no." He said with a mock frown though his tone was light and conversationally as he tried to push through the uncomfortableness.

((OOC:shit shit shit, this is sooo bad someone kill me now so I can come back as a better writer please.))

[Anna]

Sebastien grinned; he'd heard enough mommy and daddy jokes to last him a lifetime, and the fact that people still insisted on commenting amused him. "I learn to make it work," he said simply. "But do you have any idea how incredibly dull rich people are?"

He nodded at the first impression comment. "I was sleeping when my roommate came in, and the first thing I saw waking up was him taking off his pants -- asked him if he was giving me a little strip tease. Did not go over will."

He wasn't sure if this guy was joking about the dope or not. It was risky to blatantly offer services if you didn't know for sure who was and wasn't a user. But Sebastien added casually, "If you ever run out, let me know."

[charlie]

Still looking rattled, Dasi realized that he was attracting a bit too much attention that he didn't want - the librarian was staring at him like she had just seen a dead relative walk through the door, pudgy face turning the colour of puce when he immediately glared at her, obviously wondering what the hell was wrong with this boy and why he looked as if he could either start crying or coughing up his own blood.

And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, a voice interrupted the mess of thoughts in his head.

Instintively, he crossed his arms over his chest as his head awkwardly jerked upwards - Dasi had, in fact, thought it was Akel and was getting ready to dash out of there. But instead, a new and unfamiliar face greeted him - earning an unexpected and relieved smile from him.

"Sure."

Outwardly, he seemed like he was just being a pleasant person, smiling at the stranger like he owed him his life...inwardly, however, his heart was trying to calm down from the adrenaline rush that had flooded his system. Why was he even letting the boy talk to him? Was he grateful that it wasn't Akel?

Maybe. Yes, most likely.

[Sarah]

Claude initially jumped as Dasi became slightly defensive, then relaxed, smiling slightly, and sat down. "Thanks," He murmured. He set his book out in front of him. This was the part he always failed at, making conversation. He hated it, and he sucked at it.

He tried to relax in the seat, as if he'd been doing it all day, and was perfect at it, rather than becoming stiff as a board like usual. "Er, I'm Claude," He said at last, smiling slightly. Yep, he'd probably failed right there, but fought to keep defeat off his face. 'Act confident, and true confidence will come.' He thought. Yeah, right. He'd gotten it out of a self help book, one of which was no help at all.