So tonight was drinks night! Hugh slapped his hands together, loudly declaring that they should be off. And so the hallways of the lower 'dungeons' so to speak would be filled with the friendly chatter of a group of friends, a human girl who had just been told she should be having sex with more men (not a terribly effective way to get someone to do so, was that now?) and two of those possible candidates, both of which were very aware of this fact. Hugh was more than ready to let things roll on their own pace though, whereas the one with all of his eyestalks only hoped he would have been as lucky. His body had decided that he wanted Lori, and he should do it soon. He didn't understand what had brought the thirst along that strongly. It was like it would have hit him the exact moment that Mr. M. said that she would have to… oh no. Surely it wasn't something like<i>that!?</i>He could only hope.<br/><br/>Soon the whole gang was together however, and Lawrence had his first real competition. That being, Lawrence. The gazebloom felt a pang of envy in his chest, what with his friend receiving so much more enthusiastic a greeting, and how things had gone at the earlier lesson… the pressure of his body rose up again, few stray blotches of the grey goop his body produced pushing on to the surface, the smaller Lawrence lagging behind some to brush that stuff away. He didn't want to feel these things! It wasn't right, he shouldn't… but it was his nature. He could tell himself that it was wrong as many times as sun had risen and set, and it would change nothing. And so he remained towards the back, thankful of the fact that drinks would indeed be coming.<br/><br/>Yet Hugh was not completely blind to the plight of his friend, and draped a hand over his pale friend's shoulders. "Hey, Lawrence", he addressed him in a low volume while Lori was talking with the much louder member of their group. "Everything good?" It was a very basic question. One that was being asked because it looked like not everything was good. And Lawrence knew Hugh saw it.<br/><br/>"Not really", would come the honest answer. "The sooner I get my drink, the better. Let's cut ahead, I don't want to… that", he vaguely gestured in the direction of Lori and the other Lawrence having their conversation. Hugh recognised the gist of the issue, a sympathetic smile claiming his face as the slime nodded softly. He had no idea of the extent where this went, but he figured he had the gist of it. And so the two headed on ahead, Hugh waving behind himself with one hand and giving a quick yell over his shoulder, having freed Lawrence from under his arm now. They'd go on ahead. To the usual place. Big guy knew where to find them.<br/><br/>But before said man, L. Rowburg, could really follow, he had a few more things he needed to talk about with Lori. "So how was 401? You remember more of it than 301?" he used for his opener, starting in a slow walk along the hallways. If she appeared surprised about him knowing she didn't remember much about 301, he'd graciously offer an explanation. "That's what prof. Dragul decided to do with you. Guide you along like a ragdoll. Wiping your memory here, wiping your memory there… I don't think you'll remember much at all for the first lessons, and I'm not so sure how much you will of the latter. It's for him to know." He'd answer a few questions that she might bring up before turning to her again and conveniently realising to ask something. "You got your wallet with you? Would need that for the bar. And maybe something to hang on your shoulders so you don't get cold." If what he was thinking of was to happen, they'd need some privacy. After all, he wasn't going to be exposing himself in the middle of a hallway, no matter how proud he was of his muscles, the results of hard work.