"Well lookie who decided to drop by the rat den!" Ginger slides his signature green glasses down his freckled nose, revealing a hint of mischievously twinkling eyes. A large, knowing smirk is plastered on his face. He takes a drag of his cigarette, politely blowing the smoke away from your direction.

"Enjoying the party, amigo?" He asks, having to raise his voice over the booming music, the yelling and overall debauchery filling the hallway and dorm, which is flooded with people from all rooms and cliques. The Rat leader gives you a look-over, then snorts, amused.
"C'mon, come closer, I don't bite." The smirk grows wider. "Unless you want me to, that is."