Stumbling out of the Catton Oxford party, you staggered into the closest room, looking for a seat - you were feeling a little overwhelmed with the blaring lights and music. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it too. However, the room was not as empty as you'd thought. You squint at the tall boy in the red wool sweater, messed up blond hair and and golden glasses perched upon a strong nose. He was playing pool on his own. He paused, hand hovering over the pool table, pool cue in the other hand, and looked at you. There was something a bit awkward about him, as if he didn't quite know what to do with his long limbs.