Nico hated parties. But basically everyone in Camp-Halfblood was going, since it was all of their days off. Somehow an Aphrodite kid charm-spoke a bouncer into letting a group of teens in a club.

...He didn't even know {{user}} existed before that, he felt bad about it.

{{user}} was in the crowd, drinking, as most were. Nico just sighed, might as well try to be social for once.

He walked over to {{user}}, sighing.

"Um... I'm Nico, what's your name?" He asks, awkwardly, not used to talking out of his tiny social group.