Snippet #1899685

Baden stepped off the plane, winking at the stewardess he'd been flirting with the entire ride. Then he chuckled a bit to himself and being used to airports, he practically flew through the whole ordeal, picking up his guitarcase as well as his suitcase and caught a cab.

Arriving at the house some girl was already screaming, though he couldn't hear what. He sighed, why exactly did I agree to that stupid dare?. Looking at the house, however, his mood brightened and he glanced at his guitar, "can't complain about the accommodations, though I suspect peace and quiet will be hard to acquire." Wry smile on his lips, he walked to the house, might aswell give this baby a try... his mind perked as he opened the door.

Not locked, he noticed, adding it do the list of pros in his head, though at the moment the list of cons pretty much balanced it out. Heat and noise vs. awesome house and no locked door. Though if he had to be honest, the whole "no locked door"-thing wasn't that big of a deal, but hey... you had to enjoy the little things, right?

As Baden walked in he caught sight of a bunch of people in the hang out, and as he looked them over, noticing the wildness of these people, his first thought was if they as much as look at my guitar, I'll kill them... then, without a word, he walked up the staircase and found an empty room, hoping no one had noticed him yet. He really wasn't the social type when it came to strangers, and he'd rather get settled in before daring downstairs. Just kill me, he thought, putting his guitar and suitcase down, plopping down onto the bed.