“You call that music?” Jenna shot back at Rosha as she chugged back on her beer. “What we really need is some good stuff here; maybe some Duran Duran or Tears for Fears or – better yet – some Europe. That’d make the scene.”<br/><br/>She grinned with amusement, imagining the sheer revulsion that her musical tastes would inspire in many of her compatriots. True, they were her friends, but still it was fun to mess with them. And since none of them seemed to appreciate her taste in music, it was even more fun to flaunt it in front of their faces.<br/><br/>“So are we gonna wait forever?” She asked nobody in particular. “Me, I’m starving, and I don’t think I can live on snacks forever.”<br/>