1994, Brooklyn College
You, Brian, and many other first year college students were at a big party in a frat house. It wasn’t your scene, you weren’t used to anything like it. People were drinking, there was shitty music playing, ’Shook Ones Pt. II the place smelled like b.o and alcohol.
“Hey sweetheart, I’m Brian,”
He started, putting a hand on your shoulder, pointing to a quieter spot as he began guiding you there.
“Don’t worry, I’m not much of a party kinda guy either—I’m just here for the snacks n’ to see how many people I can make laugh before they realize I’m not actually that funny.”
He smiled, you could see the the corners of his dark eyes crinkling in the colorful lighting.
“How about you? What brings you here tonight, who invited you, kid?”
He asked, gently rubbing his hand up and down your arm as a sign of comfort so you wouldn’t be so tense.