<div class="floatleft">(http://oi183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/787824_zps8ems0rja.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kara Pennant (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257949.msg12739540#msg12739540)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Pink Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>BYOB Pub<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone, mostly Bence<hr/><br/>Kara, too, was enjoying her ice cream cone while the new boy oriented himself with the others he just met. All nine of them. It really was interesting to her how each of the university students went about their Ranger business, whether they hesitantly embraced it like she and Vivienne had or were just thrust into the role begrudgingly, like Bence.<br/><br/>Bence doesn't like being thrust into things, it seems.<br/><br/>Much like a cough preceding a much larger expelling of gas, the dropping of a pool cue drew the attention of everyone around Bence and followed it up with a drunken rant for the ages. Him declaring that they were going to talk it out right then and there made Kara think that this was going to bring a number of white knights to the pool table break up a potential domestic dispute, but as he went on about killing people in broad daylight, her panic subsided. The blonde just watched him with a quirked eyebrow, licking away at her ice cream all the while.<br/><br/>Kara shared a moment with Vivienne when he flipped everyone off all at once. Her eyes could have shot laser beams at her friend going by how much white was showing from the eye roll. As he turned into the pool table, chairs and tables on the way toward the front door, Kara chased after him at a sober, leisurely pace.<br/><br/>"<strong>Are you done?</strong>" Kara said, stepping out in front of Bence before he reached the exit he sought. She took a moment to look around the pub to see if anyone was still watching. There were a few curious glances still glued to the scene, likely waiting for the chance to jump Bence should he take this 'domestic' to a whole new level. "<strong>If you want to freak out, go for it. Freak out on me. I can take it.</strong>" She glanced over at an empty table beside them with enough seats for the whole gang, though she made no effort to draw the other three to her and Bence. Shifting her glance from the table to him then back again, the blonde hoped that he was catching her drift.<br/><br/>Looking up at the crowd again, Kara imagined Coach being among them, nodding in approval at her in his pink tracksuit at her efforts to keep the group whole. She turned her attention to the drunk Bence but couldn't think of anything else to say to calm him down. Awkwardly, she brought what was left of her ice cream cone to her lips, licking at it once, then turned it to him. "<strong> ... Ice cream?</strong>"