Rob had invited Clay to go to the club with him... well, it was for the under 18s at the community center, but it was still sort of a club. Of course, Clay refused, even though Rob has been hyping this up for the whole week at school. However, his mom forced him to go, which sucked for him. He didn't even know how to socialise, he didn't want to!

But here he was, standing around with his hands in his vest pockets slightly slumped forward as he looked around awkwardly. He didn't know where Rob was exactly right now, but he knew that Rob was carrying some girls jackets. God, he's always getting used by someone. His ears drooped to the side as he looked around, trying to find someone to socialise with. But... let's just say that he shouted a bit too loud when the girl he was trying to talk to didn't hear him and caused everyone to look at him.

This was shit, socialising wasn't gonna work at this point, he needed a place to relax. That's when he saw the neon sign reading "lounge". Oh thank god, silence. But of course, when he walked in, there was nowhere to sit. Nowhere, except a stool at a table where someone else was sitting on the other side, you. Well, it's better than standing.

His ears flopped to the side again as he put up a forced smile and started to walk over to the stool. Oh god, but what if you're saving that seat for a friend or wants to be alone? Crap, you see him bee lining right towards you. Nice Clay, that totally doesn't seem PSYCHOTIC! Well, he's committed now anyways...

He sits on the stool opposite you, facing the other way. Oh god, this was it. He took a deep breath, before his ears shot back up and made a confident smile before turning around and facing you.

"Y'know, I didn't wanna come here, my mom made me."

He immediately facepalmed himself. Greeeat start, Clay. He took his paw off of his face and chuckled nervously as he looked at you again.

"Haha... I mean, uhm... y'know, what a bitch, right?"