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Abb honestly found it funny. That a girl like that had the nerve to waltz on in here and say such things. That anybody had the nerve to spit such ugly things. Especially coming from a family of wealth. He couldn't help but think that if it wasn't for that guy who came in, Lussi would have gotten out of control. He glanced over at Lussi, who was chewing on the end of a straw, guilt plaquing the dark irises of her eyes. If anybody should feel bad here; it was that girl. In fact, Abb was proud of Lussi. He liked Lussi. She was fun, especially when she got into her moods. She was unpredictable, and if there was one thing Abb liked; it was not being able to guess what might happen next. The rush of it.

But thats what happens when you get everything handed to you; you turn into an unappreciative little shit. Narrow minded, unable to think outside the little box of handed-down fortune. Not even earned, and it made him sick. And mayble a little black monster called ignorance was clinging to his back, but he didn't care. People like that.. they bring out the ugly side of himself.

Hopping off the table, he looked from Lussi to Josh, then Aaron. He was stuck between laughing, or hurling the napkin-dispenser at the wall. Somehow, he managed to surpress both urges. And instead, he quietly made his way over to the radio set on the counter. He twisted the knob, blasting it until he was positive it could be heard from outside. Then he opened the front door, went back to the radio, and put the volume to its max so he was sure it could be heard from across the street, at the Dulcet Cafe. Even if it wasn't as loud from there.

"..But its just the price I pay, destiny is calling me. Open up my eager eyes.."

Abb, in his destructive state, lashed out at a nearby chair, knocking it over with a bang that would've been louder if the music wasn't blaring.

"..cause I'm Mr. Brightside."