Seth was unsure why he had come tonight, the music was awful and by the sight of the groaning drinks table, he was going to scraping puke off his shoes tomorrow. Still, he was here, with only the slightest hint of distate on his face. Leaning against a wall and rolling a cigarette, he tapped his boot to the beat despite himself and sighed. One thing was for sure, he was going to need more beer if he was going to pass any of his beads out.
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