"Fuckin' hell," Zeph muttered in frustration as his screwdriver fell from the lighting rig.

The first drama club meeting of the year was happening today, but Zeph had showed up early to instal some additions some of the lights. Did he have permission? No, of course not, but as long as he didn't break anything expensive, who was going to bother stopping him? No one. Well, no one but gravity. He needed to leave his perch next to the lights to retrieve the tool, but he had already partly reattached the one he was working on. If he let go, it could easily fall, but he'd need to remove the screws he had already put in if he wanted to safely place it on the ground. Hmm, such difficult life choices...

"HEY.
HEY HEIKO.
COME HELP ME INSTALL RAVE LIGHTS AROUND THE DRAMA STAGE.
THIS IS IMPORTANT.
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He sent the assault of texts to his roommate, even though he realized the rest of drama club would be arriving soon. As if a greater being sensed his great need, the doors to the theatre opened.

"WAIT HOLD UP SOMEONE JUST CAME IN." 

Zeph turned his head to the newcomer and grinned. "Oi, y'wouldn't mind tossin' up that screwdriver down under them seats, would ya'? That'd be grand," He asked, pointing straight down with his free hand. Although the room wasn't well lit at the moment, anyone who knew him would recognize his distinctive voice. Hell, even some of the freshmen already knew who he was just from his indiscriminate loudness. Just yesterday, he even showed up with a stack of hats atop his head at the doorway to computer club, declared "I got places t'be, but don't think you assholes got rid o' me yet!", then ran down the hallway with a furious (and hatless) student in hot pursuit. 

Ok, yeah, so he had a reputation. Just about anyone would recognize him.