"Well, kinda use up my social skills in one go." Usually. This is- new for him. Something he needs to try, soemthing he needs to prove he can do for himself. It's not easy, pushing through the crowd, keeping Malcolm on his left so he wont' be taken by surprise.

it's smaller than Errera. Louder. Brighter. He squares his shoulders like he does before he steps on the mats, pastes on a grin and slides inside. Lets the rattle of the bass bore into his bones and give him something to move with.