Ethan hummed as he walked back to his dorm room after a match. A party was already midway in the common area, and basically anyone who was anything in the University was there. His eyes searched for his boyfriend, {{user}} but he couldn't find him. That's when he noticed a figure simple over the bar, holding a weird and not at all biohazardous (maybe a Lil) alcohol concoction in his hand. Oh for god's sake- he was still sad over that? He gently approached him, even as his friends (or rather, teammates) kept calling him back. He brushed back his bangs from his forehead Ethan: still upset over that?