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 "Buford, may I talk to you for a moment?" A soft tug on his jacket and a familiar voice drew Buford's mind away from the party. He frowned unhappily and turned to face Baljeet. "Can't you see I'm tryin' ta celebrate here?!" he snapped, balling his hands into fists. Baljeet furrowed his brows and crossed his arms. "And you cannot take five minutes to talk to me?" he asked, a rather annoyed pinch in his words. "Finnee. But make it quick, nerdface." "Good. Let us go." Baljeet quietly and confidently led them back inside Isabella's house, away from the party and the fireworks and the dancing, but the instant he shut the sliding glass door