>>5126463A gang of girls in crimson berets sat whispering, their eyes flickering onto you before a trail of laughter followed. Two Pool tables and a pingpong table rested in another corner, a group of boys in grey berets skulking around it. Everyone was among their corresponding groups, a boy and two girls were playing cards, two tall boys in green berets were flicking cards at each other. By herself in an armchair the girl the white beret was busy reading. Or at least that's what you assumed she was pretending to be doing. Every few seconds she'd look at you. Bloody hell, you noticed everyone was bloody looking at you. "Ok…" You stammered out a little unsure of what to do. Then you noticed, everyone wore clothes. Normal clothes. Shorts and shirts. A few girls even had on dresses. You alone stood in full regalia, it was all you really had to wear. You couldn't help being overdressed.
>What do you do, Pilot?>What do you say?>Approach the group of boys around the game tables?>Approach the group of girls around the sofas?>Approach the group playing cards?>Approach the two boys throwing cards?>Approach the girl by herself?>Sit by yourself?>Sneak out and see if you can find your room? 