Out for the night

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor headed into The Hurricane, it was Saturday night and he felt like having a bit of a good time. And from past experience he knew that this was the place to be for that. He had no clue who he was going to see once he got there or even the specifics of what he was going to do there. All he knew was that he'd come there for a good time and he was going to have it, he'd just have to wait and see how he was going to have it. He was sure that he'd probably run into someone from school, after all the place was always packed with other students on the weekend. Which was why it was so lucky that the bouncer rarely carded. The only times that he could ever really recall were the times when freshmen tried to get in, but even then it was kind of a rare thing. He made his way through the line, waiting as it moved semi-slowly. Though he wasn't in a rush or anything, so he waited patiently as people went through the line. When he finally reached the door he got past the bouncer without a problem and headed inside.

He grinned slightly as he looked around at all the people and he headed over to the bar, only getting himself a beer. As he took a seat he continued to look around, nodding slightly along to the music that was being played by the DJ. He watched some people nearby dance and held back a laugh that threatened to escape. Some people were just horrible and they didn't seem to even realize. He took a drink of his beer before setting it down on the bar, he still was unsure what to do now. But sitting back and watching some of the other students make fools of themselves was actually quite entertaining. So for now he could just settle on that and call it good. Until something more interesting came along for him to do of course. Maybe he'd even do a bit of dancing later, but that all depended on who was around to watch him in his attempt to dance. There were definitely some people that he wouldn't want to witness his dancing. A name came to mind with that one, Addison.

He wasn't sure why though. After all the two of them were just friends, so it shouldn't be that awkward for him to dance horribly around her. It went along with that whole caring what she thought about him thing though. So it was no use trying to begin to understand it. He wondered if she'd be there, maybe he'd run into her. Not that he wanted to, actually there were a few people that he hadn't seen in a while that he wouldn't mind bumping into. It'd make things interesting. After all it was always nice to see someone that he hadn't in a while, it gave conversation to be caught up on at all times. That way there wasn't any of those awkward silences. Yeah, that was what he wanted. To see someone that he had something to catch up on them with. As he looked around he tried to pick someone out of the crowd, not having much success with that.

[Noah Kay]

Noah. Was. At. The. Hurricane. Shocker. He never usually went to these places unless he was dragged their by others. He himself didn't exactly see what all the fuss was about. People could dance and get pissed? That wasn't exactly his idea of fun. Though most of the other students seemed to think so... He briefly wondered what would happen if the bouncer did start demanding ID. That would mean a hell of a lot of disappointed students...

He had come here to - what else? - film. People fascinated him and he needed to get as much good footage as he could for his documentary. That was why he tended to visit slightly unusual places...theme parks, night clubs, the zoo!

He thought briefly back to before, when he was standing in the queue, he had felt a little...out of place. Maybe it would have been good sense to bring someone else with him - someone who would alleviate the odd feeling. But, he was here now. And as soon as he got something good he would leave.

Noah walked straight up to balconies above the dancefloor - it was a good spot for filming groups of people. Plus, the lights and angles made for a generally more interesting reel of film. He pulled out a small - but expensive - hand held camcorder and set up. For some reason though, he wasn't really focused on the film. That was unusual. Stuff like that NEVER happened to Noah. Usually, it was just him, and the camera, and nothing else. Something was on his mind though. Something that wouldn't let him concentrate. He sighed a fustrated sigh and looked around. He was getting some odd looks from strangers. That just made him feel even worse.

Making a face he decided to head downstairs, to the dancefloor - and bar. Maybe when he got a drink he would be able to focus better. Not an alcoholic drink though. Just, a coke. That would be fine. Or maybe he'd see something more interesting to film down there. Something that would help him to focus.

The place was already pretty crowded considering that it was fairly early, he had to dodge around several groups of people who were just, mingling! Taking up unneccesary space on the stairs. Space that was needed for people to move. He frowned at himself, suddenly realising what he was thinking. This was unlike him. Maybe should go for something alcoholic. Something to help him to loosen up and become himself again. He was in a foul mood and there seemed to be no logical reason as to why. Or better than alcohol, he needed someone to talk to. Someone...fun!

...People who were considered fun would normally hang out at a place like this. So where were they all?! It was hopeless.

When he finally reached the bar he ordered a Bacardi and sat down, keeping an eye out on the dancefloor for anyone he knew. He didn't think to look along the bar though, but when he did he saw Connor, his roommate from last year. The Connor he had't heard from all summer...The answer to his prayers! Or, not quite.

With a sudden and unexpected grin on his face he grabbed his drink, and his camera, and headed over to him. "Hey Connor!" he said, already feeling better. "What's up, man?"

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor was about ready to give up after he'd spent around five minutes looking around and not seeing anyone. After all he wasn't alway the most patient person in the world and waiting just wasn't something that he exactly enjoyed doing, so he could just go somewhere else and find another group of people well hopefully anyway. That was all he really wanted anyway, was a group of people that he could talk to and catch up with. He supposed that he could probably go up to some of the other students and start talking to them, but that wasn't exactly something that he would usually do plus he would have absolutely no idea what to say to them anyway. It would be a complete and total waste of time really, he'd go up to them make a little small talk and then it'd be over and he'd be bored again. Really the whole thing was pointless, he figured that he'd get another drink and then if something still hadn't happened to him then he'd be able to go and not feel like he'd given up right away. After all he wouldn't have, he'd have stayed through two drinks and found that no one was really interesting around there anyway so he could go and try and find something else to do. Something more interesting, or he could go find someone else to do something more interesting with. That sounded like a pretty good plan he had to admit it.

So once he finished his beer he bought himself another and was about half way through it when Noah came up. He grinned when he saw him, well now there could be something interesting to do. He hadn't seen Noah in a while, but they'd been dorm mates last year and he'd found that they had a lot in common. He wasn't surprised to see that Noah had his camera with him, actually right about now he was wishing that he'd brought his own. After all his favorite subject, just like Noah's, happened to be people so this was the kind of place that he'd probably have been able to take quite a few quality pictures. It was a bit of a downer actually to think about it now, oh well he'd just have to remember the next time that he wanted to go out to bring his camera with him. It would not only allow him to do something he loved and get some pretty great pictures but it would also be a way for him to keep himself from getting bored as he had been in the past few minutes.

He gave Noah a smile. "Hey Noah!" he said. "Nothing much is really happening with me, I've got to admit that I wasn't quite smart enough to grab my camera on my way out the door tonight. I should have, it would have saved me from a bit of boredom." He paused for a moment, taking another drink of his beer before he turned back to Noah. "But what's been up with you man? I haven't seen you since the end of last year," he said. Then again it was only the beginning of the school year so that wasn't really all that unexpected. It wasn't like the two were exactly next door neighbors and could see each other over the summer. Though they hadn't had any contact, but Noah wasn't all that good of a friend so it all evened out in the end which was what mattered anyway.

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

((*breaks up the male ness xD*))

Vanessa walked hesitantly up to the Hurricane, smoothing her hands over the skirt of her white dress, and silently praying to the gods that her palms wouldn't leave something disgusting like sweat stains. Why am I so nervous... But really, she knew why. She hadn't really gone that much to the Hurricane in previous years, unless Cara dragged her, that is. The Hurricane had always kind of intimidated her, because it was so often frequented by upper classmen. Well, now she was one, and it was time to go on her own. She had left a message for Cara saying she'd be there, and without a doubt her blonde friend would quickly follow behind. She almost wished she had waited for her though, as she approached the doors. The story was they rarely carded, but she still held her breath a little as she walked through. Phew, glad that's over.

She looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, her nerves beginning to climb up a little once the anxiety of getting through the door was over and done with. Vanessa really didn't like being alone, and especially not in a place where the majority of the people around were strangers. Hoping that she'd find someone as she walked to it, Vanessa hesitantly headed over to the bar. She didn't yet spot anyone, and as she fiddled with the ties on her dress's straps, she realized the bartender was trying to get her to buy something called a "Bay Breeze". It probably has alcohol in it...but I mean it probably isn't too much. She thought naively, agreeing to the drink. Armed with it in her hand, she took a sip. It was actually pretty sweet. She took a bit of a deeper sip, coughing a little as the vodka made itself known. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a familiar face. Oh yes, it was. Connor Mickelson. She had a major crush on him-then again, who didn't?-and had only just started talking to him as a normal person and even then only rarely, they were acquaintances at best. She began walking over towards him, making sure she didn't spill her drink down her v-neck. That would certainly be a stunning impression. Someone appeared to be talking to him already, and she didn't really recognize him. At least, not from the back.

"Hi Connor!" she called as she approached. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she added, hearing that Connor had been talking before she had shouted his name. She turned to his companion, and realized that no, she did not recognize him at all. She smiled at him and politely said. "I'm Vanessa."

[Noah Kay]

Noah grinned as Connor mentioned the camera - why else would he be here? It was so, not Noah to be at a place like this. But, he had decided he was going to enjoy himself this one night - then revert back to his previous ways every other night. For one night he felt like being wild, and this was about as wild as it got with Noah. He smiled inwardly at his sudden change in mood - it was quite odd. But being around old friends tended to do that to him.

He was just about to reply to Connor, when they were interrupted by someone. He shouldn't really have been surprised though - he was with Connor, everyone seemed to know him. And yet more people seemed to fancy him. Noah couldn't pass judgement there though - he was straight of course, nothing else. He didn't even think about thinking about guys that way, it was...unthinkable! (XD)

Quickly drawing his attention back to the girl who called out to Connor he recognised her from the college - she was a Junior. He didn't know her name though. Normally, if a situation like this arose he would have simply tried to melt in to the background, stay unnoticed, meeting new people wasn't exactly his favourite thing. But, he was being wild today!!

((Argh. Sorry its so short! I have to go!))

"Hi, Vanessa." he said, smiling at her. "I'm Noah, a sophomore." he added, she probably had no idea who she was - not many people did.

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor was waiting for Noah's answers to his questions when he heard his name being called, he turned slightly trying to figure out who it was. He thought he recognized who the voice belonged to but it was really impossible to tell in the crowd. However, Vanessa was soon walking closer and he realized that it must of been her. He knew her from the Academy as she was also a Junior only she was into Theater if he remembered correctly. They weren't good friends, or friends at all for that matter really, just acquaintances. Though he'd heard some rumors that she had a crush on him a while back he didn't really pay them any mind. After all those sorts of rumors went about all the time. So it was never good to believe any of them.

He watched as Noah and Vanessa introduced themselves to each other and he was suddenly very glad that he felt better about coming out that night. Not only did he have Noah to keep him company but not he had Vanessa as well. He often forgot that people didn't know Noah though as he was a year younger, the fact that he'd shared a dorm with him the prior year probably had something to do with that. After all he spent a whole year with the guy and therefore just kind of expected everyone else to know him too. He'd have to start remembering that sooner or later, or get to the point where everyone knew him already. Either way worked out fine in his book, he just didn't want Noah to feel as if he couldn't hang out with him because he was a year younger.

"Hey Vanessa," he said with a smile at her. "What are you doing out here tonight?" He really was just asking because it was the polite thing to do, because really he never cared how a person managed to get where they were as long as they'd managed to get there it was all good with him.

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

"It's nice to meet you, Noah. I'm a Junior, like Connor." she nodded towards the reason for her unceremoniously inserting herself into her conversation. She took another sip of her Bay Breeze, letting the warm feeling the cool drink caused flow through her down to her toes. She licked her lips a little, hoping she wasn't getting some sort of brightly colored moustache. However, the lighting was somewhat dark, so she decided she didn't quite care at the moment.

The thought never really ran through her mind that it was odd for Connor to be hanging out with someone a year younger than them. After all, she had her own set of underclassmen friends. At GPA you were put in classes with students in either the year above or the year below you. It helped to encourage mixing between the grades, and allowed the younger students to maybe learn a thing or two from the older. This year Vanessa would be taking some classes with the seniors, if she remembered correctly. She was actually really excited about it, because she knew some of the seniors were way more talented than she could ever hope to be.

She looked back over at Conner and replied, "Well, I usually come here with a friend-Cara Donovan, she's in dance-but tonight I figured that since I was finally an upperclassman I should probably strike out here once in a while on my own. I was honestly completely terrified before walking through the door." she laughed towards the end of her response. It seemed a little...childish, maybe. Like she needed Cara with her at all times. However, people who knew her would know that she really could be comfortable by herself, as long as she was doing something she could comfortably do. However, apparently going to a club alone was not one of those things.[/color]

[Noah Kay]

Noah grinned at Vanessa, he knew the feeling, he rarely went to places like this on his own for fun - he was either taken by others or went to film people. His eyes wandered to the dance floor and noticed some people going wild, they seemed to be having a lot of fun. They were dancing their hearts out. Interesting to film...

He got up a little awkwardly, his camera on the bar, he focused on the people - his subject. Grabbing his camera he turned around, having completely forgotten about his drink, at least until it clattered to the floor - splashing Vanessa and himself in the process. His eyes widened with shock, Oh no! My camera! his hand immediately went to it - making sure it was ok, not damaged at all by the spillage, once he was satisfied he turned to Vanessa, his face crimson. He'd forgotten all about the drink on his jeans too...

"Vanessa? I'm so sorry! I was just, being careless, carried away by the film. Have I ruined your dress? Oh God, trust it to be white... I hope it'll come out. Sorry!" he was rambling, trying to get out an apology and an explanation and somehow managing to merge it all into a stream of, ramblings! His eyes flickered back to the people and noticed they'd stopped, brilliant. What a mess this had turned out to be.

He turned to the barman and frantically asked, "Have you got anything to, clean this up with?" All he recieved was a few measly tissues, he handed them to Vanessa lamely, "Sorry, I think its all they got" he mumbled...

((...I have no inspiration. Do not complain, loves. Oh, I love Noah. ))

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor nodded when he heard her explanation of why she was there. It was understandable to be scared to go into the club. He himself had been worried when he first went into the club the previous year. Worried about being caught and getting into some sort of trouble. Actually that had happened the first couple of times that he'd gone to The Hurricane, but after going a few different times the feeling just ceased to bug him so much. It was still there a little bit in the back of his mind, but not even enough for him to notice it anymore. It was just sort of there. So it was all understandable, he went to tell her so. That way she wouldn't feel so bad or weird or whatever about admitting it. However just as he was about to say something, Noah ended up spilling his drink all over both himself and her.

He stared for a minute, just like everyone else around them was. Just for a second he felt glad that he wasn't the one that was standing next to Noah, then he felt bad for Noah. It had to be very embarrassing to do something like that. And it just kept getting worse, he noticed. Especially because of the small detail that Vanessa was wearing white, He noticed that some of the guys around were looking at the parts of the fabric that had become see through. He cringed slightly and took off his coat, offering it to Vanessa hoping that it might help her out a little bit. Because it had to be almost as bad for her as it was for Noah. He grabbed a few more napkins (two handfuls to be exact) and handed them to each of them to help both of them soak up some of the liquid. It couldn't be comfortable to be wet and be watched.

Then he turned to the surrounding people who were still staring at everyone as if it were an amusing show. He rolled his eyes at them, honestly, didn't people have anything better to do then watch other people make fools of themselves? ... Apparently not by the way they kept watching. "Alright everyone, it's all taken care of, go back to having a good time and just ignore us like you were before," he said. People could be annoying nosy at those sorts of incidences. Then again... it was a bit hypocritical for him to be annoyed with them considering that was what he himself loved to do, watch other people and see what they did to mess up. But it was a completely different situation when the thing that everyone was watching was happening right with him in the picture. At times like those he'd rather everyone just pay attention to themselves for once.

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

The brunette followed Noah's gaze to the dance floor. She too watched the people dance, but she didn't want to just keep watching as he did. She wanted to actually dance. She turned to the boys, deciding she might as ask them to come with her and dance. That was the polite thing to do, although truthfully, she'd never seen either of them dance, so she wasn't sure if this was the brightest idea.

And that was when Noah's drink had spilt onto her dress. Her white dress. She realized this in small intervals. First that the stain was spreading and she'd have to bleach it out. Then that the drink was making her wet and cold. Then that since the dress was white people could see...things. Then that the people seeing things were a boy she'd just met and a boy she'd had a crush on. Her face became bright red and she clapped her hands to cover her cheeks, as if covering them would help cover herself.

Noah was apologizing, and somehow she managed to find her voice-although her eyes were firmly on the floor. "I-It's okay, Noah. Just an accidents. Accidents happen. I'm-I'm sure that bleach should fix everything." she spoke haltingly, sounding like she was out of breath. Noah handed her some napkins and she took some, starting to dab at the skirt, trying not to rub it in. As looked up a little to see whether or not this was working, she met the gaze of a guy she did not know and cringed, wishing she'd brought a coat so she'd have some method of cover.

As if conjured from her mind, she saw Connor handing her his own jacket "Thanks, Connor," she said gratefully, slipping it on. Vanessa began dabbing at her stomach, trying to keep her eyes down and her cheeks from using up all the blood in her system. Connor was, at least, trying to get the people to clear away. "Thanks," she whispered again.[/color]

[Noah Kay]

Noah felt like the world's biggest idiot. Not only had he managed to ruin the dress of a girl he'd just met but he couldn't even salvage it by doing something chivalrous like Connor. Why didn't he think to offer Vanessa something to cover up with? Sure, he didn't have a jacket but he could have given her a cardigan or something! All he managed to do was stand there, babbling like an idiot and offer her some tissues. And he didn't even think about the other people around, the ones that were staring - surely he could have at least dealt with them! Basically, he felt utterly useless.

While he was thinking this he became aware that his left foot seemed to be damp. Or not damp, wet. It was wet. In all the fuss about Vanessa's white dress he seemed to have forgotten himself. His cheeks were cooling down and his embarrasment was somewhat less now. He grabbed a handful of tissues and bent down to clean himself up. As he dabbed furiously at the wet stain he realised that his head was in line with the bottom of Vanessa's dress, the way that he was crouched made it look like he was trying to look up her dress. Luckily no-one had realised but that didn't stop him from moving as fast as he could.

Noah made to stand up, again, too focused on moving to realise what he was moving in to. The sudden movement meant that he had no time to think and so as he got up - so fast that all the blood rushed to his head - he hit the back of his head on a barstool. ...The speed of his movement meant that he had hit it pretty hard. "Fucking...Ow!!" he yelled at the top of his voice.
Then he realised, he hadn't made a very good impression of himself, he was coming across as being inredibly clumsy - first he spilled the drink, and now this?! What would all these people think of him? And to make it worse he just swore as loud as he possibly could, great, he thought, just great.

In a desperate attempt to salvage the situation Noah stood up, swaying a little - the hit to his head had really fazed him. "Sorry about that" he muttered, and sat back down on the treacherous barstool. The pain was ok for now, but if it got anyworse he'd turn around and ask the bartender for some ice...

[Connor Micklesen]

"It's okay," Connor said when she thanked him. After all it wasn't like he was doing anything really amazing or time consuming, he just helped her out a bit which she definitely deserved all things considering. It looked like people were starting to go back to their own conversations though, which was a plus. Now the only problem was trying to get things in a not awkward standing for him, Noah and Vanessa. Which wasn't going to be easy all things considering. it might just have been easier to just call it all a day and end it right there. Give each of them some time to try and get things under control, but that would leave him in the problem of being without anything to do, so - for the sake of his entertainment - he decided to start up a random topic of conversation. Something that they could all talk about.

"So guys how has school been going?" he asked, though he didn't get an answer before he heard Noah yell. He looked down worriedly at his friend and saw that he had hit his head on a barstool. He cringed lightly, that had to hurt just a bit. Poor Noah seemed to be having the worst luck that night. He felt bad for his friend and wished that there was something that he could do to help. In those kinds of situations however there really wasn't a lot that he could do except feel bad, well that and try and keep as many people from staring as possible. Which seemed to be a problem again because once more everyone had turned their attention to the three of them. Apparently they had become a form of entertainment for everyone else, which was just great... not.

"It's alright everyone he'll be fine!" he said as a dismissive note to all of them. "Just go back to your previous actions." He then turned to Noah and looked at him. "Man you don't need to apologize for hitting your head on a barstool." Sometimes the logic that people used made absolutely no sense to him. This just happened to be one of those moments. "Are you alright by the way? That kinda looked like it hurt just a bit," he said. He stated the obvious in these types of situations, he just couldn't help it. It was something to say, no matter how stupid it usually made him sound. He wasn't very good at expressing any sort of concern about people so that was how he handled it. Anyone who didn't know him might have been offended by it (and there were people that had been in the past), but those who did know him knew that it was just part of his personality.

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

Due to the fact that Vanessa's blue-green eyes were firmly fixed on the floor, she saw Noah crouch down next to her to dab at his shoes. She continued her own work-and set her drink down, which she didn't realize that she'd been holding-and was a little startled when he shot up suddenly. She wondered what would cause that, and was going to ask him what all the fuss was about when he hit his head on a bar stool. In a manner that looked quite painful. "Oh! Noah, are you okay?" she asked, putting her napkins on the bar-the best had probably been done for her dress. However, she had spoken just he shouted out-and it sounded like Connor had asked a question too; and as she winced she thought he probably didn't hear her.

"Connor's right, you don't have to be sorry for hitting your head." she turned to the bartender, who had his back to her. Impatiently, Vanessa rapped her knuckles on the bar. "May I have some ice in a baggy wrapped in a cloth or something?" she asked. The bartender looked at her strangely-after all, she was in a guy's jacket and her white dress underneath was partially see-thought-but gave her the ice anyways. "Here, Noah." She handed the cold bag and cloth over to him. "You got me napkins, so I figured it was the least I could do," she explained with a slight smile. Vanessa didn't really mind that he'd been the reason for her needing the napkins, she'd truly meant what she said about accidents happening. She had just momentarily freaked out before because of the shyness that caused her to want her friends around as often as possible.

Like now, when a glance over her shoulder confirmed that the three of them were the real entertainment at the Hurricane tonight. Again, she was immensely glad that Connor was there. "What would we do without you, Connor?" she chuckled slightly. Vanessa gestured to his coat, "You let me borrow this, you do damage control...oh, speaking of your jacket and damage control...I think I got some drink on it and since I'd rather not go home with...in the dress's present state...could I get it back to you tomorrow?"[/color]

[Noah Kay]

Noah nodded at Connor when he said that he didn't need to be sorry - then regretted it immediately. Nodding made his head hurt more. He simply smiled, although his smile looked a little more like a grimace than anything else. "I'm fine, thanks" he muttered darkly, he still couldn't get over his own immense stupidity. When Vanessa asked the bartender for ice he was about to refuse - the pain wasn't that bad, but then when he tried to turn his head he changed his mind...maybe it was. Thanking Vanessa for the ice he pressed it against the back of his head, feeling some relief.

His head was numbing slowly as Vanessa was talking and eventually the pain had gotten much more insignificant. The blush had also gone from his cheeks though he imagined the ice on his head also had an effect on that. Once he felt better and had regained his confidence he was determined to salvage the evening - and to make Vanessa think that he wasn't a complete retard... "Hey guys?" he began, "I'm sorry for making your evening out a complete and utter disaster. How about I buy you some drinks to make up for it?" Not waiting for them to reply he turned to the bartender who looked positively fed up with them by now. "Excuse me? Could you get us another round of drinks? I'll just have a Coke please..."

[Connor Micklesen]

"Yeah that's fine Vanessa," he said with a nod. That was understandable. After all he had given her the coat so that she could cover up. It wouldn't make much sense for him to take it back once he left the club. It was a good thing that it was nice weather outside otherwise it would kind of suck to be without a jacket, but with the weather as it was it was fine to walk back to the Academy without anything over his arms. His short sleeved shirt would be enough, actually it would be more than enough. "Just give it to me the next time you see me." He knew that the two of them would run into each other sooner or later, after all there weren't all that many students at the academy and they had the same schedule this year so it was pretty probable that they'd see each other the next day.

"Noah you really don't need to buy us any drinks," he said with a sigh. He liked Noah but sometimes the guy worried way too much for his own good. After all if either one of them had been really upset about the whole thing he was sure that both he and Vanessa would have said something about it to him or just left. He didn't think that Vanessa would stick around if she was mad at him for it or something. "After all if we had a problem with anything that has happened tonight we would have told you. Isn't that right Vanessa?" he asked turning to look at her. He really hoped that she was going to back him up on his words so that Noah didn't feel even worse. "I mean come on man, don't be so hard on yourself. Everyone makes mistakes every now and again."

He thought about how that sounded for a minute and decided that he didn't like it. "No not even mistakes because none of this was happening by a choice you made," he pointed out. "It's all accidents. Everyone has them and everyone is stared at once in a while. You don't have to buy people drinks because you have an accident," he paused for a minute and then grinned at his friend. "However if you would like to buy a drink for me for simply being a great friend like I am... well then I would be really stupid to turn down an offer such as that."