Connor cracked open another Jam! Turbo, his third of the day. He swallowed half of it in two gulps, then filled it back up with vodka, courtesy of Kyle’s old driver’s license. Connor kept a stash of beer around for himself, but trying to bring useful amounts of beer to a party was too much trouble. Much easier to just bring liquor. 

School had gone alright that day; the assembly wasn’t too painful, and it had been nice to catch up with his favorite teachers. He’d already tracked down his friends when they arrived back in res after the summer, and found anyone he’d missed at the swim team meeting that afternoon. 

New of the party had come to him a dozen different ways; Acacia’s tweet, a flurry of texts about that tweet, and finally Aspronaut’s announcement at swim practice. Connor was, of course, always ready for a party. He put the final touches on his hair, carefully styled to look like it definitely hadn’t been styled. Satisfied, he threw on a plain black vneck, jeans, and his lacoste sneakers. He shoved a few bottles of vodka into a backpack, along with a towel so they didn’t clink too obviously.

“Hal, bruh, I’m gonna grab Nate, meet you in the lobby.”

He didn’t quite catch Hal’s response from the other bathroom, but he figured Hal got the message. Connor slipped out into the hall, heading down a few doors until he reached the suite that Nate and Brenden shared. He knocked loudly, vaguely hoping Brenden wasn’t in there.