<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zach Evans<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parker Commons Lawn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eiryn, Isis, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Networking and butthurt<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br/><hr/><br/>If there hadn't been a bar behind him, Zach probably would've taken a step back from the look he just got. He kept his mouth clamped shut as he listened, trying not to get snippy in return and to keep the emotions pushed down where they needed to be. It was just like working at Lustful Minds. "Right. We need work, but we won't sink that low."<br/><br/>Basically, the odds of them playing there were slim. Oh well. If it didn't work out, then screw it. Maybe it was for the better. Zach waited for her to get done speaking to Isis. If there was one good thing he could say, Eiryn seemed genuine enough. But she was still a bitch.<br/><br/>That was okay. They were almost done. Just a number and they could all be on their merry ways. Except that couldn't happen. Isis got pissy and passive-aggressive. She took a step away.<br/><br/>"Know what?" he said to Eiryn, the words out before he knew it, but he didn't stop himself, only dammed the emotions to keep his inflections to a small 'fuck you.' "Forget it. Thanks anyway." He grabbed his drink. "Have a pleasant night."<br/><br/>He stalked off, and kept on going, not caring what they would have to say, not caring he had hurt some poor girl's feelings or that he had just fucked the chances of a gig. "Forget it." When he reached the sidewalk, he downed his beer and threw away the cup. He needed to take a walk.