Later, when she finally got home, Hilde was going to beat the ever-living-daylights out of her roommate for dragging her here. Just a little while, Hilde... It'll be fun, Hilde... I'll buy you a drink and we'll just take a break from the grading, Hilde.... Lying bitch. It was a good thing they usually got along so well. In truth, Hilde genuinely liked her roommate. They had a good time, most of the time. Similar taste in movies, in books, hell even in boys. Apparently, not in music, though. The band had been... she couldn't put her finger on it. Too something. It wasn't too loud, since there was some loud music Hilde liked. But something. The chords, maybe. Or the rhythm. It just wasn't her thing.
And then, to rub salt into the wound, instead of heading out after the first set, her roommate had decided that they should sneak backstage. Apparently she had her eye on the drummer. Why was it always the drummer? The comment - delivered with batted lashes - about a sense of rhythm didn't account for the rest of it. Ah well, to each their own.
With a sigh, Hilde leaned against the wall and watched her roommate flirt with the drummer, wondering why she didn't just go home and leave Desi to her mechanations. Some misplaced sense of obligation to be sure she got home safely? That was likely part of it. But there was something else, too. Some odd, intuitive feeling. One she couldn't quite discount that was prompting her to stay right where she was. A warning? Or something else? She wasn't sure, but she decided to wait and find out. Glancing around, she noticed two men chatting, men who apparently knew each other pretty well from the way they were sharing their male version of affection in the shoving and hitting. Hilde shook her head, still not understanding that. Men were just weird. That's all there was to it. Her eye kept coming back to them. They didn't look familiar, but the sense of premonition seemed to come from the blond, one of the band members. Damn it! What the hell! Why did he seem familiar? She knew she'd never seen him before in her life. Hell, she'd never even heard of Lyre, Lyre!