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It's Friday. What else is there to do but have a good time?

The facebook event was pretty straightforward: Come down to Boxers for a night of drinking and merriment. Underagers fear not! Only the bar cards, booths and tables are available for soda or a little Giant Brand Ice Tea *Cough spiked drinks cough*.


Jack, having been the one to start the event, was already down at the Pub, enjoying his recent birthday with a glass of beer and ruckus conversation.


*This is just a relaxed CI thread, set sometime before the events of the Awakening Arc*

"Bout time you joined the ranks."

His roommate's forceful slap on the back felt oddly muffled, but Jack chalked that up to the beer in his hand. It was his second Yeungling here at the pub, but the celebration had started long before that. Roughly midnight the day prior, to be precise.

"I'll drink to that!" He hooted cheerfully, taking a long, delightful pull of the amber liquid in his class. He swiveled in his stool to survey the other attendees of the pub. Most were townies, a few students he recognized from the College's small community. None were very familiar.

His and Alex talk had certainly digressed as the alcohol flowed. What started as a discussion of the general attractiveness of the new freshmen girls quickly degraded, as it usually did, to a metaphorical 'p***s waving competition' on each other's sexual prowess.

"So hows your ******** buddy. yeah, how's that workin' out for ya?"

Jack swiveled back to the bar folding his arms across the table as he did so.

"What? You mean Jen? Or maybe Tracey? There are just so many," he joked, eying his beer. He was right, though. Jen wasn't present for the festivities, something very unlike the rambunctious senior. The Irish Rose that was his, as Alex so quaintly put it, was never one to pass of a night of drinking and mischief. Whats more, the girl lived off campus a mere two blocks from a pub.

"She must still be getting ready," Jack concluded as he pulled out his cellphone, flipping it open and scrolling down to her number. He quickly texted: "Where r u? @ Boxers." and flipped it shut. Returning to conversation with his friend.

"What about you? Any luck with Lilly, or are you done barking up that tree?" He inquired, destroying the last of his beer and quickly requesting another.

"He's only done with her cause she doesn't have blue ******** off," Alex replied to the incoming posse-mate, who had just sat down to join the fun, "Blue hair is sexy!"

He had obviously begun to feel the effects of this, his fifth drink, after another swig. He had been ordering doubles all night, but figured that, by taking it slow, he could enjoy his drinks without too much weighing down on his sobriety. Obviously, he was beginning to disprove himself.

"And anyway..." he continued, obviously aiming for a counterattack at Colin, "At least I had sex with a blue haired chick, and you haven't...come to think of it...you haven't had sex with anyone ever at all!"

Jack allowed his friends to argue over what women they had slept with and what unnatural their hair colors were. He had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Black n' Tan!" He called to the barkeep, who was handing what looked like coke to a young woman he wasn't entirely familiar with. As the man can down to his end of the bar with the glass of amber delight, he paid and took a swig.

"Jeebus," he muttered as his friends continued to argue beside him. "Remind me again why I'm paying for my own drinks on my birthday, again?" He took another swig and ventured a glance down the bar to the girl drinking the coke. She looked young...maybe a Freshman? He wasn't sure. And then it hit him. He had seen her around the arts building and in Swigart, the converted house now used as practice rooms for choir and orchestra alike.

He leaned forward to better place himself in view of her and called out. "Yo!....Er..." what was her name again? Sandra? Shelly? Sarah? Sarah. "Sarah!" he finished, after a slight pause. He motioned with his head for the girl to join them.

"And anyway... At least I had sex with a blue haired chick, and you haven't...come to think of it...you haven't had sex with anyone ever at all!"

Colin shrugged off this attack it was a standard from his egomaniac friend. He quickly redirected with a bit of trivia that was never less funny, "Well, at least neither of us are into that 'scaly' s**t like some of our other acquaintances." Alex, no matter how many drinks he had already consumed, would know exactly who the target of that jab was. Colin immediately switched tact as he noticed Burk waving at a girl from down the bar.

She came up to sit next to them. She looked a bit nervous, Colin thought because she had just been invited over to sit with three guys. He had never seen this girl before, having just arrived back on campus a short time before school started.

"You really were calling me, huh? My name isn't Sarah. It's Sierra. And I know you. At least I think I do. Jack, right?"

'Damn,' Colin thought, 'Burk knows a lot of people.' Sometimes Colin wondered if he didn't get out enough, and, being completely honest, he probably didn't. He sat quietly taking in the scene that was unfolding in front of him. He was always interested in meeting new people, and this Sierra seemed like a nice enough person to know.

"And I know you. At least I think I do. Jack, right?"

Jack was vaguely aware as Tad ordered his drink, what his his loud voice, but he attention was focused on the girl beside him. He nodded, taking a sip. "Sierra. Yeah. Jack." He muttered, feeling his speech starting to slur ever-so-slightly.

"I don't think I saw you at all last year. Are you a transfer?" he asked pleasantly, taking another small sip and cracking his knuckles. A habit of his.