Seb, Ian, Demetri and Lucien stared out of the gates at the many journalists who's staked claim outside their buliding's multiple entries and then looked at each other. None of them liked to interact with the journalists when they behaved like a swarm of bees.
Seb raised an eyebvrow at then," Any volunteers to be the sacrificial lambs?"
Demetri shrugged his shoulders and stepped back," I'm not going home tonight."
Ian raised an eyebrow at that, "I handled the last press conference. It's someone else's turn."
Lucien, on the other hand, quipped, "I've got a date with my Evana tonight and can't get stuck here. No can do. I'll take it next time."
"Hey! I've been handling them since the last evening! Its not my turn. Let's sort it like adults, alright?"
