The main doors of Bayshore University's local bar swung open, briefly allowing the chatter of its occupants to escape into the quiet night as the tipsy performer stumbled out into the porch and down the stairs towards the side road running through the campus. Taking up some other student's challenge to a drinking game probably had not been a good idea, but it definitely was not the worst he had gone through with at these bar events. His head was spinning, but at least this time, he did not pass out or have the urge to throw up. Despite the inconveniences, including the repercussions in the morning, there was a certain thrill he got from being in such a state, a thrill that always seemed to be worth it all at that point in time. He would not call himself an addict, he only did it because he could.

Wyn settled down at the curb of the side road and twisted open a bottle of water to take a sip. The plain liquid, together with the silent and dimly-lit surroundings made him feel slightly better. This was what he always ended up doing if the life inside the bar got a little too much to handle on such nights. His roommate knew this, and would come out to check on him after some time whenever he would excuse himself in such a way. Kirk was pretty much Wyn's partner in crime, albeit more responsible. The former was usually around to support him during his music performances at the bar, and to haul his wasted self back to the dormitory if required. Fortunately, that second one would likely not be the case tonight. He was going to be fine after zoning out for a bit.