[Yang isn't the most social person... but neither is he the least social person. He is, in terms of going out and having a good time, strictly the average baseline: someone who tags along with others, but never leads the venture.
He does, however, drink.
Right now, Yang is making his way from the bar, with an old fashioned clutched lovingly in one hand. He's not too drunk yet.
He does, however, scrunch his face up.] Do you know which song this is?
B. HELL, IT COULD BE MY FAULT
[Yang has four emptied glasses with orange peels around him. There is also a half-finished cider, which he did not much care for. He is leaning backward at his table, but there is that telltale slight sway: the look of a person who has, after a few too many drinks, lost the ability to sit still.
But then an idea comes to him, and so he blurts it out:]
Therapy cats! If we get the students therapy cats, it will fix everything!
C. IT'S MY OWN DAMN FAULT
[Yang has four emptied glasses with orange peels, two half-finished mugs of dry cider, a margarita glass that is empty, and a pair of shotglasses at... where he was sitting. Because he's not there.
No. He's made his way to the stage.
And the song he picked isn't a surprise. One of the most famous bass lines in history begins its distinctive beat. Everyone knows Under Pressure! It's a classic song, and Yang belts out--]
JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL! LIVIN' IN A LONELY WOOOOOORLD~ SHE TOOK A MIDNIGHT TRAIN! GOING! ANY! WHEEEEEEEERE! o/`
Wen-li Yang | hit me up
[Yang isn't the most social person... but neither is he the least social person. He is, in terms of going out and having a good time, strictly the average baseline: someone who tags along with others, but never leads the venture.
He does, however, drink.
Right now, Yang is making his way from the bar, with an old fashioned clutched lovingly in one hand. He's not too drunk yet.
He does, however, scrunch his face up.] Do you know which song this is?
B. HELL, IT COULD BE MY FAULT
[Yang has four emptied glasses with orange peels around him. There is also a half-finished cider, which he did not much care for. He is leaning backward at his table, but there is that telltale slight sway: the look of a person who has, after a few too many drinks, lost the ability to sit still.
But then an idea comes to him, and so he blurts it out:]
Therapy cats! If we get the students therapy cats, it will fix everything!
C. IT'S MY OWN DAMN FAULT
[Yang has four emptied glasses with orange peels, two half-finished mugs of dry cider, a margarita glass that is empty, and a pair of shotglasses at... where he was sitting. Because he's not there.
No. He's made his way to the stage.
And the song he picked isn't a surprise. One of the most famous bass lines in history begins its distinctive beat. Everyone knows Under Pressure! It's a classic song, and Yang belts out--]
JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL!
LIVIN' IN A LONELY WOOOOOORLD~
SHE TOOK A MIDNIGHT TRAIN!
GOING! ANY! WHEEEEEEEERE! o/`
[...oh no...]