Two possibilities existed. It didn't matter if Yezi left with Warren or not. She would either walk out of this train wreck of a party or she wouldn't. Warren promised himself that if she didn't, he wouldn't wear it on his sleeve if anything bad happened. It was unlikely to be kept, but there it was.<br/><br/>"Ya. It was a lot of hard work, but it was good times. It taught me a lot and it beak the socks right off anything else I could've been doing out in the neighborhood." Warren recalled.<br/><br/>Receiving something in exchange for he considered to be human decency, didn't set well with him at first. Pops had ran off when Warren was so little he could hardly recall even setting on his lap. There was an old man that lived on the first floor of the apartment building, Eddie Walters. Eddie had been Warren's good source of fatherly advise growing up.<i>Even if you're not hungry or thirsty, when a good looken' lady offers you a drink or a meal, the answer is always yes young man. <br/>
</i><br/>"Ya, I could eat." Warren admitted.<br/><br/>He wasted little time heading back down stairs, away from Dom, and to the closet where he'd left his bag. The football team wasted little time when it came to their parties and their consumption. Those who were still upright were staggering. A familiar aroma hung in the air and the living room looked a little hazy, to such a degree he certain that Cheech and Chong were about to the bust through the front door at any moment. Warren stepped around the staggering upright and the passed out on the floor alike to get to the closet. No one stopped or spoke to him on his way out the door to meet Yezi.<i>I should never have come here to begin with. </i>But then, if he hadn't, where would that have left Yezi? She was waiting for him outside when emerged from the front door. There was an all night diner near campus he'd heard about. They walked and Warren tried desperately to keep the conversation flowing. It was difficult at times. They way she walked, talked, dressed, carried herself and the way she offered to buy him dinner. In these situations, Warren was usually the one shelling out for dinner for two, but this wasn't exactly a date and it was more obvious that he and Yezi were from two different worlds.<br/><br/>"The boxing gym was a good place. I was always better a fighting on the mat that I was in the ring. If you had beef with somebody you settled it with gloves on. They never really let us have a full tilt go at one another on the mat. Looking back on it, that was probably smart. There were a couple dudes I thought might kill each other. Where'd you grow up?" Warren asked.<br/><br/>The diner was mostly empty when they arrived. They didn't serve alcohol but it had a bar with spinning seats. Warren didn't want any more liquor and opted for booth seating instead. Anyone who saw Warren and Yezi setting across from one another might assume it was a dinner date and such an assumption wouldn't have been such a terrible thing. Warren ordered a coke and the chicken parmesan and spaghetti bake because it was cheap, filling, moms made a mean one back in the day and good memories always added flavor.<br/><br/>"So. On a scale of one to 'I need to transfer now', how much trouble am I in?"