Ford Cannon was not in the building yet when the party started. Instead, he was on his way back to the party after making a few stops and calling in a few favors.
Ford gently kicked the door to their floor open and grinned. "Cannon does it again," he cried, pushing forward a literal wagon full of party supplies. A Red Flyer wagon. Like the kind kids would ride around in. It was actually impressive that he'd managed to get it up here without being noticed. Or maybe people owed him the right sets of favors.
Buford scratched at his hair through his beanie as he took final stock to make sure nothing had fallen. He had:
2 Kegs of Heineken
3 Boxes of Boxed Wine
2 Bottles of Jack Daniels
4 orders of 12-count buffalo chicken wings
6 Po-boy sandwiches
1 disco ball
1 Twister set
1 Ouija Board
8 large bags of chips
8 different kinds of dip
1 blow-up sex doll wearing aviator sunglasses
and, to top it all off, a bit of Ayahuasca from, like, the one Peruvian dude in the state. It was pretty damn sweet.
Buford dragged his little red wagon of ridiculous shit into the hallway. "Come forth, children, and partake of my amazing bounty." Ford turned, shooting a smile at the assembled. Now he just needed to find someone who didn't look like they were being talked to yet. Oh, wait, right. He stooped down and pulled the Ayahuasca from the from the bin. Didn't need someone wasting it because they thought it was weed. It didn't work unless you did it right, dude.
Anyways. What was he doing? Right, he was gonna bother people. He spotted Ylva just outside of her room and so he gravitated his merry way over there.
"Ahoy there, Red," he said casually. He was like 99% certain he knew her name already, but he went with a safe alternative just in case. "Ylva, right? We met a few days ago. I think I helped you carry a dresser or something into the dorm? Maybe that was someone else. Sorry. I'm Buford Cannon, just call me Ford, like the truck. Anyways. How are you doing, huh? How are things back home in Oslo? Family staying warm?"