Tim wasn't one for parties, but of course Brian had to drag him here anyways. He didn't like the group of people around him, most of which were being loud. His hand gripped the solo cup, almost cracking the plastic. He disliked parties, and he really disliked Alex Kralie.

Tim was snapped from his stupor when someone approached, their words barely even reaching his ears. "I'm sorry, what?", he felt stupid for not paying enough attention.