She had half a mind to step on him. Oops, sorry Tiger, she didn't see you there, hopefully you liked the feeling of stiletto heels in that hole you called a mouth. Idly kicking one of the cans out of her way, the slightly older (?) woman rubbed her temples gently.

"Gross," She grumbled to herself before nudging his cheek with the squared end of her boot. "Get up. You're in the way."

She waited. No response. Of course, it figures. She hardly wanted to touch him, let alone rouse this louse from his apparently happy place, but she was tired and needed to get a drink before heading to bed. He was ruining her routine; needless to say, Celeste was more than a bit miffed. With an irate sigh, she bent down, intent on screaming into his ear if it would make him move and delicately began to move his headphones for the assault.

Celeste expected to hear something claiming to be music flooding through his headphones. But instead, it was something else altogether, and she stopped suddenly as the sound seemed to filter from them all around her. Standing there frozen, her face no more than a few inches from his, she stood transfixed, staring off into space.