"This place reeks," said Gar, whose sense of smell was pretty sensitive and whose lack of tact was nigh legendary. "Is this what high school is like? I'm glad I wasn't in it for very long." He was dressed in his finest suit, and because the dance was in England, he'd elected to wear a cravat. It was shiny.
"I mean, these guys are supposed to be English. I didn't know you had Axe body spray in England. The Queen wouldn't approve of you guys smelling like douchebag, you know," he added to a random passerby. Gar got a few raised eyebrows, but nothing more. It was a strange mix. Gar was a college boy, or was until recently, which meant that he was cool. On the other hand, he was Gar Logan. The recent tension between mutants and Muggles wasn't really helping matters any.
"You know what we need? Punch. You want some punch? I'm going to get some punch."