Generally speaking, he hated parties. All the attention of music and obviously illegal things happening, it drew in the eyes of the law enforcement in the area. Most of which knew Milo by name, and were looking for a chance to catch him off guard. Normally he’d stay far from the aftermath of pressing palms with the ones who bought his merchandise, but not being happy made for a man with little to lose. Still, he felt almost like a chaperone. He stopped a mess from happening outside between some younger men. He held a girls hair for her while she threw up. It was a serene time with people he knew little of. His friends thought it was a nice gig to make him some more cash, putting him in a room of college students who wanted favors, but he didn’t sell anything he didn’t trust in the hands of the buyer. When he finished chaperoning he was milking a beer in the kitchen, looking over a land of dips and chips spread across all the counter space. The bitter liquid tasted better with every sip, so of course he’d downed nearly three since he’d arrived. Of course he also told himself he needed it to survive the night.

Alastair was having quite the day in his classes, going through the final grades and preparing for his few weeks off before summer classes began. He’d had multiple students coming in to argue what he’d posted, but he’d been clear from the beginning, he wasn’t an easy professor. He didn’t allow anyone to simply skate through without doing the necessary work for the Law classes. He’d help students in the past, only for them to fail the upper level courses, because he’d gone too easy. So he didn’t do that anymore. After leaving his office and the final student in tears, he decided to take a break in the cafe, wanting to ease the tension he felt in his shoulders.

He was walking through and he spotted one of the youngest professors at the prestigious University and gave her his usual smile. Though they’d barely spoken, he’d felt bad for her, knowing most of the older staff didn’t give her the time of day, as though it was her fault for being so young. She sat at a table alone and he decided that was no good, and approached after getting his order from the counter. 

     Steve had thought that the blind date had gone well, at least he had been on his best behavior and he was almost sure he had made Nikki laugh and according to one of his friends, that was a good thing. The date had been a few days ago though and he hadn’t gotten the nerve to text her or call her or mail her and he was sure the more time wet way the weirder it’d get to do it and well, maybe she didn’t want him to either. Self-depreciating as always, he headed out to one of the art classes he had signed up for and somehow messed up with the buildings, ending up in the psychology one and bumping into no other than Nikki. 

     Jack hadn’t been to one of these parties in what felt like months and he felt a bit off. Maybe it was the long hours at the cafe, maybe it was a particularly rough dad week but thankfully he was here now, nursing a whiskey in his hand and looking at possibilities. There was one woman that kept calling his attention, bright smile and dark hair--mesmerizing so he made his way towards her. 

carter had stopped paying attention to the movie about fifteen minutes into it. he was too preoccupied playing with her hair. how was he supposed to concentrate on anything with her head in his lap? he’d started innocently, just twirling his fingers around strands of her hair, but pretty soon his hand was heading south and slipping beneath the hem of her bottoms. “don’t mind me...” he murmured, nodding towards the TV for her to keep watching. he kept his eyes on the screen too even though his fingers were walking their way down to her core.

“A girl who has a real drink? I might need to call the newspaper. I swear to god I’ve served more fruity drinks tonight. It’s a shame ruining good alcohol with all that added shit.”  The girl was a looker Hunter noticed, the skirt and blouse she wore hugged her curves just right. But he shook those thoughts free from his head, he wasn’t falling down some other path with another chick again. “Scotch.” He said as he set it down in front of her. “So did you show up alone or do you have friends?” Hunter only asked to who he needed to keep an eye on, on who he might have to call a cab for.