<strong>Derek / Evelyn</strong><br/><br/>"Who would I be to stop someone from practicing music? I'd be a terrible artist if I did that. I'd just plug my earphones in my ears if it bothered me." Derek replied. "And so, education doesn't mean scrap if you can't play to start with. I don't remember half of it. Sucks when you practice instrument is sold without your consent." he said the last part a little more sourly, a small flame of rage in his eyes for a second. He quickly brought back his attention to her suggestions.<br/><br/>"Ever have I ever sounds great. I have some bad records with truth or dare. Wanna start off or am I asking you a question first?" Derek as he moved around on his bed to lie down and look towards her. His eyes were rather red from the weed, him being pretty stoned.