[Gale pauses to grab his shirt and pull it back on, screwing up his face a little as it sticks to his damp skin. He wouldn't normally be so forward, but Tommy approached him, so his arrogant confidence has kicked in. For now, at least. Squeezing through the equally sweaty crowds, he makes his way out of a side door, sighing at the cool air hitting his skin]
Ah. That's much better. Helps to be able to hear my voice again as well. [He's shouting, just a little, as one does when leaving a loud venue.]
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Ah. That's much better. Helps to be able to hear my voice again as well. [He's shouting, just a little, as one does when leaving a loud venue.]