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While at the beer pong table with Connor, Theo couldn’t stop the part of his brain that kept obsessing over his failure to act cool when it came to her. Granted, Theo never had been one to act like normal people. The beats of which he lived his life, going from a slow jazz tempo to black metal drum-blasting, Theo never liked to keep to a singular rhythm. It’s why he favored the buzzing vibrations of a tattoo needle. He could control the pace to match his lifestyle, not the other way around.

As he lamented on that and effectively lost to Connor, he begrudgingly took a sip of the godawful concoction that his friend had made. Whatever it was, despite the horrendous odor emitting from it, something that Theo had unintentionally vocally gagged, he drank nearly the entirety of it from the red solo cup only to gag more on its aftertaste.

[color=royalblue]“Goddamn, Connor!”[/color] There was no facing the disgusted expression on his face. It truly was awful. [color=royalblue]“Never be a bartender. You have to promise me this!”[/color]  He punched his friend playfully in the shoulder.

While Theo did his best to get the taste of beer pong surprise to permanently leave the residence of his taste buds. The ginger tried waiting it out and that only proved to be a failure (he’s had a lot of those today), so he decided to take one of the cups that weren’t full of toxic alcohol. When his lips touched the rim of the cup and the first taste of the alcoholic liquid, though it wasn’t Dr. Connorstein’s experiment gone wrong, it was Bud Light, which was probably equal in terms of disgusting flavor (or lack thereof). But Theo preferred this over the “Death to Your Taste Buds” cocktail.

Halfway through it, he started to feel the buzz and just in time because the sight of a tiny, yet larger-than-life, cute Chinese minx came his way with a not-so-jovial look on her face. Not that she was ever happy even when Theo hadn’t ghosted her, but she looked particularly peeved at him. And then there was that one guy with the stupid name. Alvin? Rippy? No, Alaric. Yeah, Theo didn’t know him well but he knew he and Mac were close, so he shrugged when he joined him and Connor.

Heeding Connor’s gestures to his back, Theo placed a hand on the table (though, he made sure to not apply too much pressure on it), he smiled at her. [color=royalblue]“Sup Mac?”[/color] He played it cool, heeding Connor’s non-verbal advice. [color=royalblue]“What brings you over to our neck of the woods?”[/color] He was going down the ‘forget about me bee-lining you’ route and was committing to it, at that!

[color=7ab085]“Hey! You playing?! How about we double? Me and Al against the two of you nerds?”[/color]

He silently cursed but welcomed the challenge. He was buzzed but not drunk [s][i]yet[/i][/s]. [color=royalblue]“Sure! Don’t whine when we cream you and Ricky here!”[/color]

Theo’s proud laugh had lasted only for a few moments and in the awkward transition from his usual demeanor to a not-so-common frustration that quickly built up like a simmering pot of water that was getting lit aflame from all sides, the moment some annoying douche by the name of Cass arrived, Theo’s jealousy came into full swing as he arrogantly commented as Mac had crashed into the man’s chest. 

He watched it, trying a calming exercise he saw on Youtube, Theo felt it was failing because he had squeezed the life out of the plastic cup in his hand. That caused the remaining bud light to pour all over his hand and the cup to split into pieces.

He glanced at Connor briefly while Mac was busy and sighed when he was back on Cass and Mac. [color=royalblue]“Only four people per table. Go find your own.”[/color] Theo’s not-so-subtle remark came with an attitude and a show of masculine dominance usually seen in the jungle.[/indent][/indent][/color]