Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170712203930/@comment-4059927-20170712205323

One of the individuals to be declined entrance was Michael Jones. "Are you serious, I'm supposed to be here, I'm a student."

The gate coordinator grabbed a clipboard off one of the tables and flipped through the many pages for his name. "Sorry, you aren't listed here."

Michael turned to walk away when a voice from the line spoke to him. "Aren't letting you in, Michael?" It was Ryan, donning a Letterman's jacket, dirty blond hair slicked back neatly. The two were once friends, but that ship had sailed long ago.

"Not any of your business." Michael countered, not in any capacity was he willing to put up with his former friend.

"Hey, I can pay for us."

"They're only selling tickets for pairs of four." Michael was even incredulous of Ryan paying for him anyways.

"Well, lets just find a group." Ryan looked out over the crowd to try and find someone he'd be willing to group up with, albeit a nonpermanent group as they would part ways once inside.