For the record, Aaron didn't want to be there. At the party in general, but certainly not in the closet. Despite the dark and cramped quarters, he looked around nonchalantly as if there were actually something to see. Not that he really could see, but it was a habit.
"I think I feel a song coming on..." He muttered under his breath, not answering her question, nor dignifying her complaint with any response. How many minutes did they have in here? Seven? Was that how it worked?
Well, better make the best of it. "And now I’m in this darkest closet, tryin’ to figure out, just how I’m gonna get my crazy ass up out this house..." He sang. Literally. Sang. Only to himself really. It was a pretty good joke, if he did say so himself.