It wasn't his first time at one of these things. Since his first year at the Garrison, Lance had been showing up at every possible party hosted by his peers. He had the time, it wasn't as if he was having to sacrifice evenings of studying considering he was an avid test cheater. He was moderately sure he'd been to this place before although it was hard to tell through the mass of teenagers and the low budget light machine. He recognized the mini-fridge and one or two of the coolers, but otherwise this place was as barren as to be expected from a teenaged boy living on their own.

Despite the fact that he was a constant face at these parties, he hadn't much accumulated a social group. He had Hunk, but Hunk didn't come along half the time. Hunk was actually smart, studying at the Garrison to be an engineer rather than just a hotshot pilot. This was one of the nights where he had arrived alone, though he hoped—if for nothing else that his own ego—to have that changed by the time he left the venue.

Over the course of the evening, Lance had been in and out of talking with at least two thirds of all the cliques at the party, chatting with some for longer than others before an inside joke was inevitably brought up and he hadn't any choice but to faze himself out of the chatter and go refill his most-likely-spiked-with-cheap-alcohol punch.

Time was hard to keep track of, all he knew was that it had been a while, the sun wasn't rising yet, and there were still a couple of new arrivals making their way in. One of which wasn't already in the middle of conversation and had fortunately came up right next to him at the self-serve table of chips and sodas and punch. He straightened his back and leaned a hip by the corner of the long tabletop.

"Come to a party alone?"

He questioned, acting as if he hadn't done the exact same.