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[color=slategray]Connor frowned at his third win in a row. His peers just couldn't get a game over him. In an attempt to even the playing field he downed four cups before eyeing his opponent, who looked absolutely plastered. [color=#89cff0]"Comeon, er- Sam, was it?"[/color] He called out, trying his best to motivate him. [color=#89cff0]"We're even now, one to one. Get me to the last drink."[/color] The student could barely stand, let alone hold a ping-pong ball steady. A sigh escaped Connor's lips, [color=#89cff0][i]This is over[/i][/color], as the ball sailed squarely behind him, bouncing on the wooden floorboards.

The small crowd that watched groaned with some even facepalming. Connor took a few steps back, a ping-pong ball in hand, and arced the ball as high as he could. It sailed in the air for a few seconds before it landed right into the cup, spilling some of it's contents onto the already beer-stained table. The poor student gulped down the final cup before stumbling away into the crowd, probably to pass out somewhere. 

Suddenly a redhead slammed a cheap-looking vodka onto the table. [color=#89cff0]"Theo, Theo, Theo!"[/color] He chanted with a grin as he mixed some of the vodka with beer from the game. [color=#89cff0]"How's my favorite redhead?"[/color]

Theodore Bonfamille. The most agreeable of the Bonfamille siblings, he seemed more relaxed and down-to-earth compared to the other two. So much so that they even became extremely close friends. Always confident and sure of himself, seeing him like this was rare. Only a few things made him like this- and as soon as he said 'her', Connor knew exactly who was living rent-free in his friend's mind.

[color=#89cff0]"Mac, huh?"[/color] Connor said, taking a gulp of his newly mixed concoction. It was awful, but he kept chugging. [color=#89cff0]"It's hard seeing you like this, man, not gonna lie."[/color]

Honestly the web of relationships this specific group had was tangled beyond belief. It was messy as messy could be and anyone looking in would probably whistle with disbelief. Connor eyed the now dispersing crowd that watched him and none seemed eager to challenge him. [color=#89cff0][i]Four wins will do for now.[/i][/color]

[color=#89cff0]"Alright, chin up Theo."[/color] Connor slung his arm around the redhead's shoulder. [color=#89cff0]"I'll help you out, be your wingman for Mac. If something's going to happen, it's gonna happen at the 'Great Bash', right?"[/color] Though he sounded confident, he had pretty much no experience in being a wingman, a few tips from Lance here and there but not much else. Hell, between studies and work, he hasn't had much of the fun 'festivities' that came with university life. Still, he'd try his best, Theo was a great guy and deserved a shot atleast.
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