The Sunspire pumped up kids

It wasn't a sense of importance which fueled his need to correct Terance (in regard to his name) although, having it come across that way didn't even factor in to the kid's mind. He just didn't want to be known as Titmouse or the less intimidating Tit, and figured the correction was best done hastily. The way the other guy took the remark made Screech bristle. He didn't like the tone of his voice, and turned back to state as much - when a strange aroma suddenly filled the air. It was intoxicating; soon enough Screech forgot all about his issue with the darkie and was looking around for the source.

His ears turned when Terance spoke a name, then folded back, but he regarded the new face with a mixture of drunken curiosity and suspicion in equal measure. Something about the stranger was familiar - but more important, she had stopped him in his tracks. While Terance fumbled, Screech took the opportunity the slide closer, unable to stop the light swagger to his step. Jeeze man, don't harass her. If she wants to hang out, let her hang out. You have like, no game.

Okay, so neither did Screech — he still didn't know how babies were made for crying out loud — but he didn't want to leave yet, and hoped to garner some attention from the perfumed lady.