PIKE house Friday the 13th [ @nataliavega ]
He'd been to a number of frat parties since getting to Ogden, and Ambrose had to admit… he wasn't that big of a fan. Though perhaps it was the other news that had been given that day that put him in a bad mood. But no, he was sure it was the party. No good alcohol. No good drugs (unless he could get ahold of that Monty guy, presumably). No good food. It was the last thing that had him debating if he should doordash something to himself, but he hadn't reached that point yet in the night. Instead he was standing, perhaps overly politely, in line to get cheap beer from a keg. Oh, how horrified his mother would be. He filled his solo cup at the tap, turning to offer it to the next person when he realized he recognized her. "Oh," he said, "Natalia, right? Fancy seeing you here." Despite it being him that said a rager wasn't really his scene -- which he fully stood by, especially tonight. "Would you like for me to fill your drink for you?" he offered, as polite as he ever was.
