His social battery was running low. It really hadn't taken long, Marcus Kingston had never enjoyed parties the way his brother had. The novelty of big crowds and loud music was lost on him, the kind of guy who would rather be alone in his room with a book of Sudoku and dimmed lighting. But that wasn't the future he had signed up for, and it was a lifetime commitment now. Hiding out in the kitchen while everyone else seemed to be making out in the living room or laughing outside, weary eyes turned at the sound of footsteps, snapping back into his personality before Reeve could notice anything was off. He liked to think he'd gotten pretty good at it by now. ❝ Hey, man, ❞ he greeted him, taking a step backwards to grab a water bottle, holding it out to his . . . friend? ❝ Stay hydrated. I don't want to be carrying none of your asses back to your rooms tonight when y'all can't hang. ❞ But he would ; he knew what it was like when someone didn't get home safely.

❝ You want one? ❞ Party blowers were silly, but Kingston didn't really care ; he had bought a bulk pack and he was handing them out to anyone that would take them, making this place a little more obnoxious one noisemaker at a time. It was the little things in life. Bringing his own to his lips, he blew into it as hard as possible, grinning as he lowered it, blurred vision ( from the alcohol, and whatever else he'd been given ) landing on Kody. ❝ Let's goooo, spring break! ❞