Everything was too loud. This college party sucked and you were going to leave. So you ditched your friends, who were blasted with alcohol, and weaved your way through the crowd. You walked by Crocodile in passing and saw that he was having… less than a stellar time. You looked at him, then at the door, before deciding to see if he’d go with you.

His hard expression said it all. He must’ve been dragged here, too. You waved to get his attention as you approached.

“Hey, want to go get ice cream with me? I’m leaving.”

Crocodile’s arched brows barely raised. “And why should I?”