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As his roommates seemed to fan out amidst the growing party on the lakeshore, Kieran was content to let the party come to him. He quickly confiscated one of the provided bottles of Jameson for his own person business, no cup needed. A true son of the Rock took his pulls where he could get them, and left nary a dirty dish in sight for the host to clean. Besides, you can cap a bottle and keep the flies from getting into the booze. No need for extra protein getting in and ruining a good game of drink. Settling in at a random picnic table, the left winger took a long sip from the bottle and set it back down on the outdoor furniture.

Kieran was studying the party with an athlete's eye, looking for a target much like he looked for a weak spot in a goalie's movements. It was tough to pick out people even with the light provided by the mysterious host. However, no one could miss the neon blur that was quick to emerge from the corner of his vision. He had enough time open up his stance in preparation thanks to the excited cry of his favorite girl at Meadow University.

[color=ff00ff]"KIKI!"[/color] A blur of blonde hair and technicolor piping suddenly landed in his lap before stabilizing in the form of Miss Charlotte Diedrikson. Not that Kieran would ever call her that to her face. No, they had a strictly nickname relationship at this point, the Lottie to his Kiki. 

[color=ff00ff]“How’s my favorite viking doing? Did you miss me, K-Bear?”[/color] 

Lottie was much better at the nickname game than Kieran was. Dieder didn't carry the same amount of affection that it felt like it should. Still, the Canadian had a couple that he could turn to. [color=87b5eb]"Of course I missed my little munchkin! How could I not? Especially with the neon outfit you're rocking tonight! I like it!"[/color]

For all the time they had spent together, it was a great relief to Kieran that things never seemed to get too serious. Lottie was an athlete like himself. She knew the work that had to be put in to maintain both athletic and academic superiority. That's why Kieran was more than happy to keep things casual with the tennis star the way they had been since they started hooking up. It suited him just fine.

Still, Kieran wasn't going to let the balance book on kisses be outweighed against him. He planted a quick peck on Lottie's cheek, light enough to not smudge any makeup she might have on for tonight's festivities. [color=87b5eb]"And of course I'm doing better now that you're here! But hey, enough about me! You just get here? Are you set for drink? Or are you good to split the Jameson with me?[/color]

Kieran was tempted to ask where her roommate was. It was a well-known fact that where Lottie Diedrikson went, Joey Hart wouldn't be too far behind. The Canadian appreciated that kind of closeness between roomies. It was something he was proud to share with Mac and Eli, even given their wildly-different backgrounds. For two girls who seemed to have a lot in common, it made sense that they would have the same kind of bond. But still, that didn't make either of them their roommates' keeper. Surely MacKenna and Elliot found other things to do at the Bash. Joey would as well. So he let that thought slip as he basked in the feeling of his primary squeeze getting cozy on his lap.