elijah mintz was no stranger to parties, even back in his highschool days; if anyone of relevance was hosting an event, elijah would be there. he was the life of the party once he had a few beers, or perhaps even something stronger, raucous, full of smiles and the charm of the drunk casanova he was.

the party of the night happened to be on the 3rd floor of the west dorm building, the common area emptied of all the studious people who typically lingered there, and replaced with vince's portable speaker, collapsable tables, and an air of chaos.

strobing lights, blinds down, lamps dim, and a random chaste atlantic playlist throbbing in your ears; it was clear as day that elijah was in his element.

you, wary, found yourself reluctantly overseeing a game of spin the bottle from a vantage point, reclined on the couch slightly above those who were in the messy circle on the carpet, an empty vodka bottle being the implement of fate that had been chosen. you'd almost tuned out the game, until a chorus of catcalls erupted when elijah spun, landing on olivia easton.

"oh shut the fuck up." elijah laughed, rising to his feet with languid ease, a smug smirk evident on his face as sam wolf whistled; he did rather enjoy the attention. it was always rather uncomfortable to watch other people necking on, olivia's arms wrapped around his neck like a vice; even more so when elijah made eye contact with you as he pulled away, as if you would care.

to add insult to injury, elijah sat down right next to you on the cheap couch, his arm slung over the back with careless adroitness. "what're you looking at?" he inquired, his tousled black hair lending an air of attractive disarray.

the both of you had never seen eye to eye, and perhaps his penchant for doing whatever he could to piss you off was the source of it; even if it was a theatrical kiss with olivia. "and what's with the face, never seen a kiss in the wild before, have you?" the lopsided grin he shot you was infuriating. "my, my, even better, are you jealous?"