When she looked up, Glenda immediately recognized the face above her; it was hard not to know the ones who ruled the high school by name and face. While her expression remained mostly blank, she found it difficult not to think on how much she hated the popular, more athletic students back in her teenage years. Sure, time had passed and healed her wounds of being teased and such, but the scabs and scars left behind were thick and deep and there was no way she could forget any of the slights done against her. Glenda was not a woman who considered herself to be bigger than her past or the people who were mean to her; being vindictive was so much more satisfying in her eyes. But hey, maybe Julian didn't recognize her. Maybe she could be better than usual and give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Eh, it's more of a come as you want sort of thing." She responded, her strumming coming to a halt. "Making plans seems to be outside the realm of capability for our groupies. Then again, life's too short to plan shit." She leaned forward and took up her cup, sipping the steaming coffee with what relish she could without burning her lip. She doubted Julian had any sincere interest in seeing the band perform, but who was she to pass up the opportunity to do a little advertising. Besides, they did have a gig coming up in about a week or so and Anywhere But Here could always use some business drummed up, especially considering the usual patrons. "If you wanna be a real groupie, though, you've got to follow us to the next gig. If you're good enough, you might even get to smoke backstage with us."