Lennon and Kiley - 8ish
Lennon was feeling somewhat better by the time he ended up downstairs. He and Marco had made up, and he and Juno had coaxed the guy into picking out something to wear and getting ready to come on down here. Hopefully he'd actually show.
The food was much more incredible than he'd been expecting, although he was very conscious of not wanting to drop it on his jacket, which was honesty pretty great. He'd gone behind the bar and mixed himself a drink, then settled in a chair in front of it, turned toward the room but with his plate on the bartop. Much less chance of getting messy that way. As he worked on his plate, he realized he actually hadn't eaten anything up until now. Maybe that was some of the reason he'd felt so crap today: blood sugar lows.
It was fun people-watching, although he did hope he ended up with people to talk to, too.