It was a Friday night, so of course the college's frat house was practically leaking its awful music into the campus. Typically, this was an event of utmost avoidance.

Except for this Friday. A friend of yours had been begging you to go with them, insisting that it would be fun. Being a bad liar, this was finally the week with no excuse.

Your friend had found some other friends, leaving you completely alone to fend for yourself, a red solo cup filled with water in hand as you sat on the edge of the stairs.

An uproar of laughter was heard from a group; one boy at the center of it all: Vance Hart. He was a natural entertainer, so it only made sense for your attention to be momentarily captured.