Who: Corinth and Cal Leandros What: Datus interruptus Warnings: BLOOD, GORE, VIOLENCE!
Metallica had to be one of Corinth's least favorite bands. It wasn't that she didn't like the genre; she just hated this particular band. Still, she endured for Cal. She didn't even give him a hard time. She wanted him to enjoy himself, and she could listen to these douchebags make noise for a while if it made him happy.
She'd brought along an iPod with good music, in case she felt her brains start to bleed and needed to put in her earbuds. They'd been sitting near a young teenage boy's mother who was in the same boat as Corinth. Sensing the older woman's needs, Corey handed over her iPod with a smile, advising the woman on which playlist she would like the most.