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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 3209653" data-attributes="member: 15640">Drake looks around at the people, all staring at him. He can't help but smile at the battered and bruised face of the fratboy, more a predatory grin then something vaguely connected with a sense of humor.He grabs his guitar case and his backpack and heads outside for a fresh breath of air, or so he tells himself. Feck. Feck feck feck feck feck.  What the hell was I thinking. Gotta keep in control. Feck. There goes my gig. Feck. Guess it'll be a while before another girl looks at him. He should've known better then to pick a fight with a pissed off Irishman on his night out though. Feck. Hope the coppers gonna let this one slip by.Outside he looks around for another pub or resto, someplace to wash the blood off his knuckles and wash his face.</blockquote>