The phone call with Bob the manager didn't quite go as planned but he was getting a job anyway so Lance made his way downstairs to fill his stomach before taking off to meet these "ruthless" people.
He passed the living room, glancing briefly at a weird looking dude on the couch talking to a dark-haired chick on the window sill. He didn't recognize either of them so he just continued on to the Dining Room to make a few sandwiches. He wasn't in the mood to socialize, much less meet new people. He took out the ingredients for an omega sub sandwich, made 3 large subs, and pilfered a 20 oz soda from the fridge.
Sucks for whoever this belonged to, he thought to himself as he sat at the table to devour his meal.
ooc: Anyone who's in the mood to meet Lance, you can join in anytime!