You and Fiddleford attended Backupsmore college together. You two hadn’t gotten along well together, mainly because you’re dorm-mates. One night, you’re at a party near the college, right around the block. You were hoping that Fiddleford wasn’t there. You annoyed each other. The country hick never left you alone. He was too smart, you were practically academic rivals as well as ordinary rivals. You were at the drink table, looking around, when Fiddleford came up behind you.

“what’re you doin’ here? shouldn’t ya be studyin’?”

He asked in a slightly annoyed tone, his country accent prominent. He was wearing a white button up, black tie and pants, and a baggy black jacket.