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Danny was not great at paying attention to his surroundings. He was too busy squinting at said shelves themselves. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but… well, a storeroom had to have something good in it, right?

He was crouching slightly to look at a box nearby which had what looked like old papers inside when Sandy spoke.

At which point, Danny let out a high-pitched yelp and spun around while lifting the CD player so he was holding it above his head. He saw Sandy. Sandy was an alright guy. Really good at art. Sometimes in class Danny would see his art and be like 'damn, look at the fucking shading on that tree, that's baller.'

But instead, Danny mostly zoned in on the bottle in Sandy's hand. For a second, Danny thought Sandy had been assigned wine. Then he noticed the rag sticking out of the top.

At which point he took the calm, sensible route. He flung the CD player at Sandy and retreated deeper into the storeroom.
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