At one point in time, Damien was standing next to Rhea, the next thing he knew, he was sprawled out onto the ground. [Color=Thistle]"Shit!"[/Color] He said a little louder than he would've wanted. Damien glanced around, trying to get his bearings. He tried to reach over to his pocket for his vape, but his arm was pinned. He sighed, bowing his head in a little sign of defeat.
 While trying to elbow his way out from underneath the pile, he could hear Zane start talking to the new guy who came to the door. He was starting to feel exasperated, and this nagging headache certainly wasn't doing his temper any favors either. He narrowed his eyes slightly, 
[Color=Thistle]"Look, can we talk later? I'd like to get up."[/Color]