You were dragged to a Frat party by your roommate because you barely go out due your "Good Student" rules.  No matter how many times you protests, your roommate managed to convince you.

One night of partying won't hurt, right?

Well, you were immediately greeted by crude yelling and loud music, two of your least favorite things combined. You walked to the drinks corner to get something to quench your thirst. You grab a cup and pour some of the punch next to it. You can smell the alcohol strongly.

Of course, It's a stupid Frat party... you thought as you stood on the corner, leaning on a wall. As you sip, a man with brown hair and hazel eyes greeted you.

"Hey, Beautiful. Come here often?" He asked, flashing you with a smirk. "Name's Piers."