RaveSpace

"Sorry," said Signe. "It wasn't fair of me."

Signe smiled weakly and too another sip of her drink.
"I don't really do loud... I'm just... Easy to pass over. But I always figured thst was better than failing you know..."

"Failing to be what is expected of me," said Signe.

"Why what are you expected to be? And by who?" Chris was very puzzled now as her brow began to crease.

After his conversation with Aurora, Olem's mood had darkened. He picked an empty glass on the floor, irritated with the whole situation. He wasn't a fan of clubbing in his 20's, let alone in his 30's, and to top it all, Aurora dumping her story on him regarding the mysterious rapist on campus had added another problem to an already filled mind. He stopped walking, and concentrated on calming himself down, as he realised people had started to cough as he walked past them. He thought back to the lake, back to The Redeemer, and forced himself into a state of calm. His powers receded, but he could feel it on the surface, 'so that would mean no skin touching' he thought to himself, beginning to walk again.

He made his way through the crowd, barging through the drunken revellers, as they gyrated and danced around him. He reached the bar, becoming something of a common location for him, and he ordered a double straight whisky, needing something a bit stronger if he was going to attempt to socially function tonight. He downed it in one large gulp, the liquid searing his throat as it went down, and he ordered another, turning away from the bar, but not moving as he watched the crowds. He pulled back his coat sleeve and checked the time 'hmm past my usual bed-time' he thought, with a slight smirk to himself.

Chris chuckled to herself. She found what Signe was saying very interesting, strange, but interesting.

"Signe, look around us, look at me, look at Olem, look at Lucio, look at that golden fly-boy up on the stage. The things we can do, our abilities, our powers. Is that normal? Are we normal? Are those without powers abnormal? Who knows? You say that everyone expects you to be normal but I ask you this, define normal? Everybody's different, everybody's unique. All we can do is try to do the best we can and be the best we can be and that's all you should ever expect of yourself. Fuck anyone else. So go be the best you can be Signe, because you have the potential to be great," Chris smiled at her.

Where in the world had that speech come from!? Since when was she, Christina Savage, capable of that!? Guess she really was becoming the responsible one.

Olem raised an eyebrow at Herbert's comment "it's fine, I got it under control" he muttered, draining his glass "something, annoyed me, I just had to adjust slightly". Olem turned back to the bar, and ordered another drink "but I think the more apt way of putting it is burying it". He turned back to Herbert "but enough of me. Have any of the women here caught your eye? Or maybe you caught there's?" he smirked slightly, taking a sip from his glass "for the night is still fairly young, and it's the last night of Freshers and all that".