Montag couldn't stand the air in the room. Something had bubbled down his spine, almost tingling. He couldn't tell if it was his hatred for everyone around him or just the ambiance but he had a feeling crawling deep inside him. He knew it was an omen of things to come but he dismissed it and lost himself in the music blaring from his speakers.<br/><br/>There was something about Paige tonight that made him want to weep. He couldn't put his finger on it but it was something about her specifically tonight that was morbid and filled with despair he was contemplating confronting her when the Tina and Molly approached him. He didn't see them enter all he could do was smell Tina's hot halitosis breath fill his lungs. Instead of paying them any mind he stared back at them, oblivious to anything they had told him because of the heavy viking metal drums blaring in his ears.<br/><br/>Zen had been particularly looked aggravated by Montag's speech and from behind the cloak of his black bangs he notice him glare at him intensely before Adam showed up. The moment Adam entered the room Montag got up from his seat and wiped the hair from his face. He despised Adam, mister funny boy was a loser class clown wannabe and at that moment he held himself back from lunging at him. His breath became shallow and the music acted as a catalyst for his aggression, Adam was just fueling the fire.<br/><br/>Then something dawned on him as he stood their and peered across the room, what was he doing here? He remembered the security guard downstairs preoccupied with a bento box and the trouble they can find themselves in. He really was disgusted by most of the people in the room and the last thing he wanted was to get caught and possibly face some legal discrepancies. Crap, he thought placing the palms of hands against the wall behind him. He heart started to race and he needed to calm down. He took off his headphones doing a poor job concealing his panic.<br/><br/>This should be a cake walks over to the window and pushes Adam out of his way as he opens it to get some air. Soon his anxiety seemed to dissipate. Crap, he thought once more, I need to get a hold of myself I swear I hate big groups. He took big breaths and brought himself back to the composed hard ass that everyone had grown to know he turned around to see their faces staring at him probably wonder what had shook him so bad. They didn't know about the months of psychiatric therapy he was going through.