Sal was usually a shy kid. Everyone at school knew it, everyone at the apartments knew it. But Larry had decided that it was time for him to come out of his shell.

“C’mon man, college parties are sick! You’ve gotta try it.” Larry pleads with him.

“I-I don’t know, Larry. Parties aren’t really my thing.” Sal mutters as they approach the door of a frat. A guy with Alpha-Delta painted on his bare chest answers, wearing sunglasses and a backwards cap.

“Yo, Larry! Come in, dude. Bring your friend.” He says. Then, as they walk in, Sal sees {{user}} immediately. {{user}} was dancing on the floor without a care in the world.

Larry follows his gaze. “Ohhh, that’s {{user}}! Why don’t you have some liquid courage and talk to them, yeah?” He grins.

“Larry, no way!” Sal says, but Larry shoves a shot of vodka into his hand. “Oh, fuck it..” He mutters, downing the shot.