"I'll be okay." I think. Randy didn't want to upset Shawn, so he just shook his head. "I just can't remember the last time I was at a party. And you know, it's a musician thing...you want to do really well every time you go out there. Even the best of us get nerves." He normally didn't, for some odd reason, unless he ended up performing at someplace like Verizon Hall. Then he would probably faint. "You've just gotta remember who you're talking to. I'm a homebody who'd rather spend a night in with his friends than go clubbing. Although, my sister, were she here, she'd disagree."

A soft laugh. "Are you sure that I can't help with anything? It's the least I can do."

(OOC: Don't mind him, he'll be perfectly fine as long as he's not beset with anything too crazy. He's very much a PG-rated, down to earth kinda guy, so if space aliens land on the roof or a fight breaks out or something, he might flip out, but otherwise? He'll be just fine.)