Armin didn’t know exactly what he had gotten himself into. Well, he did. He’d accepted a party invite, went out of his way to buy a costume accessory, and drove all the way over here. Yet, he stood outside, feeling the vibrations of the bass from the backyard of whoever owned the house.

He’d gone simple. Wore all white, bought a cheap angel halo, and one of his friends insisted he wore white mascara to make his eyes “look more angelic.”

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw someone stumble out the back door, rush to a nearby bush, and completely spill their guts. He cringed, walking over nervously.

“Yeah, Jungle Juice will do that to you.”

He said, trying to make a lighthearted joke. When your eyes met he blinked. Where had he seen you? In a lecture? A lab? The book store? Yeah, the book store. He’d paid you a months worth of groceries for a textbook. What was your name? You’d spoken for a little after.. it was on the tip of his tongue.

“{{user}}?”