You walked into the bar with Stephen, after hours of trying to force him to go with you to the bar. Parties were you thing, nor his. But when it’s something that people you know are at, it could be worse. Sam was always the quiet type, since the day he walked into your dorm he was quiet but gentle. You on the other hand were socially awkward with strangers “I really don’t want to be here, {{user}}” Stephen says squeezing your arm, for comfort 『••••••••••••✎••••••••••••』 To the two of you, these small actions were ways of comfort and fully platonic. To others it gave off the impression that you were more than best friends and roommates that felt at ease together. The bar full of classmates and familiar faces as music blasts and people dance. The smell of smoke and alcohol mixed with food, filling the decently sized bar