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Ryan smiled as she talked about her drunkard friends. He also picked up on the sarcasm she put into the word Ryan. This was a very respectable answer. He didn't like to drink excessively either. It just made things messy, he thought back to the two men and their contest. 'messy'. She pointed out that her male co-workers like to dance with her. 'wonder why' he thought sarcastically. She stopped talking.. or more like just stopped. She seemed to have spaced out. She quickly remedied her status, and started conversation.

"So Ryan, what are you doing here on this New Years Eve?"

Ryan thought about that. He had lived here for a while, but he had never, really been out during New Years Eve. He never liked the crowd. He was out this evening because of an e-mail that showed his horoscope. He usually didn't read into that stuff, but he read this one. "your lucky color is blue. Don't miss out on the chance of a life time tonight. It won't be there forever." He didn't believe it, but figured, if it was real. This would be the best night to witness something amazing, so he went out. Consequently, he went to Neon Blue... his lucky color.

He didn't want this girl to know the real reason he went out... He never told anyone this kind of stuff. His hopes and dreams and all that jazz. He wasn't that open. So he decided to stretch the truth a bit. "A friend convinced me to get off my butt and have some fun, He kind of ditched me earlier, but its all good." he said. "I don't hit the clubs much." he admitted. That was true.