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			Kyle started to knock on the door, but finding it open, walked in and stared around him wide eyed, like a kid at the circus.  Well, the sign made the purpose of the gathering more than obvious, but he didn't see anything he could just plunge into.  He wore a pro-sports football jersey and black jeans.  Trying to get his bearings, he saw an open bar with a fridge.  He pulled it open and slipped out a soft drink.  He had no desire to fog his pleasure by being drunk.<br/>
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He looked around, and saw a young blonde sitting on a couch alone.  That must be what I looked like, he thought, seeing her look around her with a slight air of discomfort.  Maybe a kindred spirit?  He could only hope.  He walked over to her, pausing before taking a seat beside her.<br/>
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"Hi, name's Kyle.  Uh, can you get something to drink?"
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</blockquote><br/><br/>She looked over at him in a small bit of surprise. "Oh, uhm... No, I'm fine. But, thank you for the offer." She replied politely. "It's very nice to meet you Kyle. My name is Rowan." She curled a lock of her long hair around her index finger. "Have you.... uh, ever been to a place like this before?" She gave a embarrassed giggle. "S-Sorry, stupid quiestion."