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[b]Academy of the Arts - Courtyard[/b]
To the average bystander, Dylan's actions probably looked unreasonable. Hell, to Syed they looked harsh and in the case of the smack, a bit extreme. The difference was that he knew Dylan. He knew what he was like, roughly how he ticked. He was their friend. As such, he trusted that Dylan must have a good reason for being so hostile and aggressive against this man. Even if he wished he wouldn't be.

It also left him feeling like they were being used as manipulation material by Tobias. His stubbornly friendly manner even in the face of Dylan's hostility and discomfort just wasn't sitting right, somehow. He glanced over to Dylan, trying to judge how to act next. "Syed," he said briefly to introduce himself, nodding his head towards Tobias. "And thanks for inviting us, but-"

"BOOZE?!" Moira shreiked. She span around to the others. Sure, she didn't care about his family or how rich they were or whatever. But food! Wine! Other stuff! Wine! Fancy outfits! Wine! "What like, the good stuff?! My outfit won't be too fancy, right? I don't like too fancy. Ey I'm in! We're overdue some nice booze, don't you think, Aims? We gotta go, right? Estelle? Sandra?"

Syed cringed. He still wasn't best keen on formal events anyway, not to mention the last one involved waking up in a locked cell in a basement. "Moira-"

"Dylan, you have such cool friends," she grinned, patting Dylan [i]hard[/i] on his back. "You and your sis will be going too, right? If there's a party, I'll be there! Can the others come too? There's a [i]fuck-tonne[/i] of us." She then grabbed Xan by her arm and dragged her along as she approached Tobias instead, coming to a stop beside him. "So, we gonna find the others or sort out the outfits or what?"