<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Multi-colored lights flashed throughout the entire club as the typical techno music filled the large crowded room. Raphael Walker wanted nothing more than to simply leave this place and go home to study for his upcoming test the following day but he didn’t want to seem like a loser. His friends were popular and this was what they liked to do so he had supported them by coming but now was experiencing doubts about being here. The young man picked up the glass that was sitting in front of him on the counter and sipped it lightly, enjoying the fizz that went down his throat. It really was quite refreshing he had to admit.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and released it slowly as he looked out across the sea of dancers in the club. Some of his friends were showing off on the dance floor, trying to impress some girls while the others were acting all rowdy and reckless towards the other dancers, which wasn’t a very good idea. He frowned when apparently the boyfriend of a girl one of his friends had been hitting on moved in and pushed the other aside and although Raphael couldn’t hear what was being said, the other man's posture was threatening enough to get the point across. That is to anyone sober around the area.<br/><br/>However, his friend wasn’t intelligent enough to take the hint and decked the boyfriend in the face which sparked a fight on the dance floor and started what would become a full blown battle. Fists were flying everywhere and Raphael counted himself lucky to be sitting on a barstool at the counter and out of the way of any violence that was occurring. He had no desire to participate in such crude behavior and hoped he would one day find some friends who had better control over their tempers. Not to say the friends hed made were bad but they didn’t listen to him and simply let him tag along because they wanted to copy homework.<br/><br/>Raphael filled the position that normally was considered ‘the geek’ in college with a few exceptions such as the fact he was fairly decent looking and if he could get over his shyness he might even be able to become popular. The sounds of shouting and fists flying into body parts did not make for a very good evening but no matter how bad his friends were to him he couldn’t abandon them. However, that didn’t mean he was going to fight with them over something stupid like this. He might protect himself and others from harm but he wouldn’t attack someone just for the sake of attacking because that was just plain wrong in his mind.<br/><br/>Not to mention, his conscience wouldn’t let him do it. Running a hand through his dark hair he let out a sigh as he reached for his drink again, letting the almost non-existent taste of the club soda tingle on his tongue before the liquid disappeared down his throat.</span>