"Yo! What is going on here? Why is there so much noise coming from this specific table?"
Alex shouted this out loud as he finally reached the wooden table. He didn't just stand there. He reached out his hand and slapped Lloyd heavily on the back.
Whack!
Poor Lloyd almost choked on his own spit. He looked terrified. Alex ignored him and pulled out a wooden chair. He spun the chair around so the back was facing the front—the cool way to sit—and he sat down with a thud.
"You guys are acting louder than a pack of wolves fighting over a piece of meat! Seriously, people are looking!"
Juliana stopped her screaming immediately. She froze. She turned her fierce eyes towards Alex. She looked like she wanted to bite his head off.
"Hmph. The dead weight finally decided to show up," Lisander said. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. He acted like he didn't care at all. He was trying so hard to be cool and edgy. "We were better off without you."
