Tyler rubbed his neck. He looked around the room quietly, standing at an awkward distance to one side of the room.

Alyson had insisted he come to this pride mixer, due to his... lack of romantic relationships. She was supportive -- but gods above, if she couldn’t be a bit much sometime.

“’Go to the mixer,’ she said. ‘It’ll be fun,’ she said,” he grumbled to himself. He was readying himself to slip out unnoticed. Not that he had been noticed in the first place.