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Jermane laughed and scratched the back of his head a little awkwardly before shrugging it off and turning casually towards the door. "Oh, you know, practicing and stuff..." he trailed off knowing that was a complete load. He practiced all the time, but it wasn't like the entire place couldn't hear him. Drums were meant to be heard and he very well intended that every time he played. The drummer, the guy in the back, but the center of attention. That was Jermane. And he very well liked it that way.

However, he'd been sleeping and lazing about in his room this entire time, but he didn't like to come off as lazy for the most part. Which he wasn't too completely anyway, hence the reason he suggested going partying. "Let's see...it's almost nine at night, so I know a guy havin a party downtown." He paused in thought a moment before glancing back at her, a smirk on his face. "If you think you can handle this party. He's a little hardcore. He likes darkness and flashing lights, pizazz," he added the last part with a wave of his hands. "Like a rave only, well, yeah, like a rave."