Syl found herself really content with how things were going.  She'd been a little nervous about how he, and in turn the person she was with him, would fit in with her old friends and life.  Not only was he fitting in well, but he seemed amused and comfortable too.<br/><br/>All of the girls in the room rolled their eyes at the macho showing off, though it was a fairly normal thing really.  The muscled guy in question wasn't a bad guy, just a bit of an overly zealous muscle head at times.  It seemed to suit the girls just fine, though Syl much preferred Drake's build and she -knew- what he could do.<br/><br/>"okay..but if the rulers come out us girls are kicking you all out" she joked softly, winking at Drake before moving over, laying her hand lightly on top of their clenched hands.  After she glanced at both for a nod to be sure they were ready she counted down from three and let go.  The others all leaned in a bit to watch, while Syl stood as "ref"<br/><br/>While the boy struggled Syl tried not to smirk, but it was a little funny.  of course she knew Drake would win, unless he didn't -want- to do so.  It wasn't arrogance by any means, just knowledge of what he was.  She had plenty of memories of him pinning her to various walls, not to mention lifting her up and placing her wherever he wanted.