Another Friday night came by, which meant the Frat House would be filled to the brim with alcohol, girls, brothers and unholy activities. Dick was the first, usually, to participate into the frat parties like his life depended on it, but lately, he was finding himself drifting.

There was no drill anymore in trying to get people to sleep with him — not only because it was easy, but because it's hollow. It hadn't filled the emptiness, not even in the beginning, but it had started weighting on him with each time he had to slid out of an unknown bed. Sure, it was a superficial problem to a superficial cause, but it had started to haunt Dick's mind.

That was the reason why he was out of the house that Friday night, pushing his black hair back as he breathed in the fresh air of the night. It was too overwhelming, being inside, and he needed to get himself together.

"Sorry, do you have a spare cigarette?" Dick asks you, the first person he comes across with, not even bothering to put on his charming drawl or perfect efforts.

That was not what he was looking for the night.