Blaine startled as he heard his name called. He turned to the perpetrator, noticing Natalie sitting not two or three seats away from him. Dammit, he should have paid better attention. Then again, even if he had, he wouldn't have expected a greeting. They went to school together, but while his nose was always buried in books or his GameBoy hers was buried in her mirror or fashion magazines, keeping up with the latest beauty trends for her pageants and other such activities. She pretty much ignored him back then, so why not ignore him now?<br/><br/>"Hey," he said, waving his hand lazily. Well, he did want to get out of the apartment for a change, and going out into town always had the risk of someone knowing you. Especially when it was the woman who cut your hair. He had to confess, the feeling of her hands caressing his head during a shampoo was just divine. Made him wonder how her hands would feel trailing down his body, down toward his...<br/><br/>He snapped back to reality, clearing his throat. That stupid porn store really did have a detrimental effect on his sanity.<br/><br/>"So um," he said, looking her way as Paul dropped a glass and bottle before him. "Who're your new friends?"