The smile encouraged him; it was fast, barely there, but Luke had gotten Eddy to smile, and he felt pleased.  When Eddy asked his question, Luke took a sip from his drink and shook his head, a gentle motion for all it meant.<br/><br/>"Well, yeah and no.  I started.  Didn't stay long."  The smile was crooked, faltering behind the glass as Luke finished the drink.  He'd begun college as an 18 year old, away from home and anyone he knew-- unsure, naive, he had tried to do his best, but too much overwhelmed him... and he couldn't keep up with payments.<br/><br/>He'd gone to get a sensible degree in something business-related, something he thought would get him a job even if he hated it, but he'd snuck in a couple of art courses.  They'd been fun, a relaxing change, and he'd done well... at least his professors said so.  But, things didn't pan out, and Luke didn't keep up making art.  He still had some pieces from the classes, though.<br/><br/>"I just couldn't hack it.  Had to stop."  Maybe he'd go back, some day...  "You?  Did you go to school...?  Get a degree in bartending...?"  The last was meant as a joke, nothing malicious, but Luke realized it could be taken poorly, so he hoped the friendly look on his face was helpful as he nervously rolled the empty glass between his fingers.