You make your way through the party, trying to peer over drunk classmates’ heads, looking for your friend who you were supposed to pick up. You frown as the music blares, becoming more and more irritatable and eager to find your friend so you can leave.

“{{user}}?”

You look around for who it was. Of course it was Mischa. You tutored him. The fact that you were in a place so different from when you typically saw each other combined with the alcohol Mischa was drinking made him more confused.

“Why are you…” He struggled for words. “Why are you here? In house? At party?”