<span style="font-weight: bold"> Xarces Kyrobe </span><br/><br/>From the corner of his eye he can see the telltale signs that his words where having an effect upon their superior. He chooses not to acknowledge it however, simply wearing a tight lipped smile for the remainder of the drive.<br/><br/>The arrive on Greek Row, and more importantly in front of the Eta Beta Eta house in relatively short order. Xarces clinging to the edge of his seat as he strains to see as much as possible from the window of the response vehicle.<br/><br/>Naomi hurries along ahead as Xarces takes a slightly more relaxed pace as he and Clif approach the front steps. "So this is it....the Eta Beta Eta house....I've been invited to a number of parties here.....never had time to attend though." Xarces muses<br/><br/>"Mom tells me I'm better of avoiding this place at all costs....that is if I want to amount to anything greater then fertilizer....." Clif says softly, his eyes fixated on the lower windows, the sounds from within causing his knees to quiver. "Can you hear them? Can you imagine what that would be like....."<br/><br/>"Does she now?...Your mother's Alumni here isn't she?.... Though...that's probably for the best, I'd imagine your just as likely to get eaten inside, as you are lucky." He snickers shooting his co-worker a smirk. to his latter question Xarces simply shrugs "I can yes, and it's not so bad...from what i hear at least." he comments much calmer then any normal man ought to respond to such a question.<br/><br/>"More so from what I hear...." Clif dismissing the first question as he didn't much like to think of what his mother was known for.<br/><br/>"I don't doubt that....just imagine how many men have had their aspirations of a higher education, end with a swirling trip to the sewers below.." Xarces adds taking note of Clif's uneasiness now.<br/><br/>"This place is bigger than I expected....how many girls do you think live here?"<br/><br/>"More than it would take to eat you and me, I can assure you."<br/><br/>Clif shoots Xarces a dirty look "Knock it off man, I'm already scared to death as it is! Besides, these uniforms should keep us off the menu....right?"<br/><br/>"They should help....well unless they mistake us for special order stockboys.....you know.... costumed and specially trained to entertain and liven up the festivities?" Xarces states knowingly.<br/><br/>"You....er...... WHAT, are you even talking about? Do they come that way?" Clif scratches his head bewildered.<br/><br/>"They can, and they do, more then just that actually."<br/><br/>"You sure know a lot about stockboys Xarces....." Clif cuts in, there seeming to be a legitimate attempt to connect some dots with his statement.<br/><br/>Furrowing his brow Xarces steps forth, retorting "I just pay attention to the chatter in the lunchroom is all.....now come on, we've a job to do, and we don't want to lose Naomi."<br/><br/>With that the two head inside, following the footsteps of their leader.