Mikala: Rock Out.

You start to rock out to the strangely diegetic music. It whips, as the wrigglers say, hot nook. You continue to get into it, people stopping and cheering as you continue to rock the fuck out.

Panties are flying at you as you do a sick fucking backflip off of a street lamp, the crowd screaming at how absolutely cool you look.

You shake your head, and then realize that is a completely stupid idea, and there's no way you would debase yourself to such levels when you know that it would in fact, not be cool.

You decide that instead, you want to head to the bar, surely there's someone there that you can talk to. All of your friends are busy with work and stuff and you hate it.

What will you do?